The Presence Of A Good Listener

The truth hurts when it is written by source

Oh what a jacked up anniversary this is

And since the 1960s

Women have been afraid of biblical truth

And men learn to dawn it with their expectations

Trouble and strife are only in poor homes,

but is that also true?

And silence learns to be present

Because all it has is talking ears...

Oh what good does the grandpa do

When the grandma runs away?

She battles the roses from left to right

And cries in the fields each morning

Somewhere in that apple tree there is a blueprint

To a better life at hand

And the only star you'll reach will be a gray one

For it is too old to shine anymore

And within the presence of a good listener

Is foreign engagement

Set up by the angels at bay

What biblical resistance do women have to fear

When the men of Adonis exchange?

For two souls don't always need a righteous path

And spiritually the dots connect

Wayward ears do listen to the oceans falling

And righteous laws begin to unravel...

Oh bye bye listener, for your ears are half blind

The Bible floats in the water

Yet His words will never be left behind

And who wears a Superman cape anymore?

For there are no real life heroes on the streets

Freedom's skies are blue

But yesterdays are true

And wonderance is just a call away;

Freedom dances in the streets like a newborn son

And the ravaging of the roses pass

Oh how beautiful is the sun

When it is beaming upon sin?

The glass doors have shattered once again...

Emotional debts bother a man

When his woman cannot hear

She scratches the door like she's a wanton cat

And the trickling of the bells scream,

So he opens the Bible for guidance

And wonders who is listening--

A sacred shadow comes to haunt him;

Rose, rose, are you there?

Take me back to the 60s where no one is spared

Shake down these walls and keep them dry

Where art thou dear Moses?

I need your breath on high

For justice is cursed

In the middle of a plantation road,

My fathers have come to speak.