There are times in peoples lives When they’re adrift and they capsize And as the water throws them under The chaos makes ‘em wonder How they’ll gasp in their next breath Staring in the eyes of death A hand breaks down through that ocean Ignoring the commotion You focus on the prize And you help
Ritual “What of tomorrow?” you may surely ask. “And the day after that?” you may ask with more persistence. “Where will we be?” you may stare accusingly, as if I had already done something. “Will things be the same?” Your eyes beg for the affirmative answer. “How long?” you may demand, interrogating me with your
I’ve been a prisoner so long
I don’t know how to be free