Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Wasteland to Blessed Place.

Wasteland to Blessed Place.
By: DSN 03/11/05

It's hard to live when they teach you hate,
It's hard to speak when they put you down,
It's hard to think with all this sound,
My mind is laid to waste.

It's cold and dark in this place,
It's empty and baron in my space,
It's all too hard to concentrate,
My mind is laid to waste.

It's a long why down this blacktop road,
It's any mans guess when I can rest,
It's all I can do to sleep at night,
My mind is laid to waste.

I tried the drugs I tried them all,
I came upon this land of hate,
I see the path they wish I would take,
My mind is laid to waste.

I spell my words in my own blood,
I see the future children dead and dust,
I hear the call of the grave,
My mind is laid to waste.

I travel alone and at night,
I speak to the shadows amid the trees,
I came to realize that I could no longer be,
My mind is laid to waste.

Then came the angle and spoke to me,
Then came the bird on golden wing,
Then the waters of salvation filled my dreams,
My mind is at rest.

Then spoke the truths of the ages,
Then called the songs of the temples,
Then filled I was with joy,
My mind is at rest.

Then the silver lake of crystal dreams did calm,
Then the road to faith I traveled on,
Then with joy I go on,
My mind is at rest.

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