street roots
Aug. 17, 2012
Sober
By Michael Vance
The twisted look on my face
Is the words I don’t know how to say
The tears that roll down my face
Are prayers I forgot to say
The intensity of my stare
Is proof that I still care
The rain assaults my face
The wind will plead my case
My heart pounds in my throat
And that’s what floats my boat
Some people call me nuts
Some people hate my guts
The Lord is by my side
I have no need to hide
I made it through the day
They can’t take that away
I still can’t get it right
But I won’t quit the fight
I put the bottle down
Cause I’m not gonna drown
This is what I pray
Lord grant me one more day!
B Y J O N A T H A N C O R N E L IS O N
VOODOO DOUGHNUT
The magic is in the hole.
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