I count up the balance
And every time it’s different
They got me on that financial fence.
Called modern banking called modern society.
Hanging from the rope.
…what I believe.
What I think you see when you see me.
And what they mean
Is not what I hear them say.
So I sling the thing over the side
and make a knot for where I hide.
Not long enough for the dying.
May I learn forgiveness.
I have never known what looks at me from the other side.
Its right my left.
Its strife my chall... read more