StrongArm

What am I missing?
That’s the mission; I’m intent on finding
The bind in time that keeps me moving
Clock’s ticking, hair’s greying
The choir’s moaning while the lone wolf is screaming
Can’t hold on to hope when your faith is escaping

Why be a dreamer with your head in the clouds
When the soldiers are in the trenches making the most noise
Tactics aren’t automatic, that’s what the guns are for
Words alone can’t tear the skin into submission that’s the bullets’ law
Freeze, exposed to the critics like a class act
Trained guns on you, different calibres rain down like hard fact
We must trod on

Knee deep in the mud, we move on
Tears lump it together like a guilty party after a crime
Hardened minds don’t make it easier to adjust with time
Bark the orders over the bullhorn
“No space for the roses only the crowned thorn!”

Pierced into the heart, exposing what dreams are made of
I’m bitching? No it’s ambition
Ammunition to rally the cavalry when they’re lacking
Sent from the depths of the earth to tell the seed to keep growing
Up is the only way to go, it will just take time, not doubting.

© 2014 Bernel Rennie. All Rights Reserved.