To Live In The Light
O Lord, I ain't what I aimed to be
I think I missed the target some
my seed got turned upside down
tried to grow towards the light
and grew down
O Lord, Are you listening to me
'cause I've never heard your voice in here
no conductor's baton, no steady hand
as I stumbled through this night
and grew dark
O Lord, I'm miles from where I meant to be
The Devil; he has no compass, no stars to follow
just says 'hack away, till you reach the easy warmth'
but I hacked so many people, I keep slipping in their blood
and fall down
O Lord, I haven't used my eyes for years
don't see anything when you only live to feel
I get whatever stimulus I can take
I'll take whatever's not bolted down
and go bad
O Lord, I'm chased by that same snake again
always offering me that same apple
all I ever wanted was to live in the light
but something always eclipsed that need
now it seems like it's too late to change
that I'll always hang here in this bleak greed
and deep dark
Would you forgive me, Lord
If I admit to all this blackness and move on
Could you forgive me
If I promise you I'll change and for the better
All I ever wanted was
just to live in the light
but look at me now
deep in this dark
can you see me here?
deep in this dark
(2008)
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 23rd Aug 2010 17:17
This is great, Thomas. The vernacular style is consistent, rough, earthy and pungent, with the titillating insertions of allusions from 'educated society'; the ploughman philosopher quite encapsulated. There are many superb images: 'bleak greed and deep dark' being only one.