by Bono and Jeph Johnson's LGStylo
I waited patiently for the Lord to make sure you were aware
He inclined and heard my cry of the woman who wasn't there
He brought me up out of the pit for a long weekend
Out of the miry clay to be used in a few minutes
I will sing, sing a new song to her insecurities
How long to sing this song with a new version
He set my feet upon a rock and the fact is that I am a little confused
And made my footsteps firm with a couple of things to lose
Many will see that it is not easy on your end
Many will see and fear that you are doing it again
I will sing, sing a new song of his favorite songs on the list
How long...how long...how long...so if you are still looking
How long...to sing this song in my head
by Jeph Johnson
(with apologies to U2)
I can't believe my muse today
and though I close my eyes
I cannot make her stay
How wrong!
How wrong that she's up and gone
How wrong!
How wrong!
It's too late
Things she said aren't promises
Right?
Things she said aren't promises
Right?
Friday, bloody Friday
Friday, bloody Friday
I speak my mind.
Don't like it?
Too bad.
I bear you my soul.
Don't like it?
Too bad.
I believe that all beings and
life forms are all the same,
and different,
at the same time,
and that we are slowly losing
our connection to this concept
as a species, and it is destroying us.
Don't like it?
Too bad.
I believe there is a sanctity
that lies within each individual,
every animal,
every life form.
Don't like it?
Too bad.
Don't like my
style of self-expression?
My authenticity?
My 'attitude'?
My disgust with closed-minded people?
My honesty?
My truth?
It's just plain too bad.
I love yours, and I hope
one day we can meet halfway.
4:20 PM 6/28/2013
©
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos
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