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Truth From A Gossiping Tongue
Such a selfish thing luck is
You speak the word and expect it to be yours
And, then curse the world when it doesn’t come
As if it were your turn to have some
As if it was the truth from a gossiping tongue
Mary had a child when she was seventeen
Victim of a lustful boy’s dream and of a virgin’s trust
And, out of her womb sprouted love
But, out of her mouth came none
And, she blamed that child for what she had done
I wish the wind would come on strong
I wish the wind would hurry up
And, cut us all to bone
And, cut us all right on down to bone
Thomas took that sermon to heart
But, forgot to hear the hope
And, in his letter he eloquently wrote
“God Damn this rope. God Damn this hole in my heart.
God save me before the Devil deals his cards.”
And, there are rescue ropes
Broken hopes, farewell notes, and lives long since forgotten
And, there are those
Trying to pick themselves up from the barrels bottom
Mary had a child when she was seventeen
And, Thomas never felt love, but he believed
That in the end love would save him
And, that he would be broken like grass in a hurricane wind
And, that he would finally learn what true love meant
As the still of the life’s storm came upon him
The Creator’s Will keep the chair from falling
