Step up to the line without going over
Thinking you're a soldier but your only a loner
Looking to deceptive things for some direction.
With a gun in your hand, feeling like your a man.
Thinking you own this ancient land
The things you believe are not your own and give you no direction.
But you are the dust in the wind guided by sin.
Your willing to give up your freedoms just to say you win
You're intimidated by lies and fears; these have no direction.
Convoluted thoughts mixed with an uneducated mind you hide.
Unaware of other's misery only to find your on the wrong side of history
Thoughts and prayers give no comfort, no direction.
Complaining and calling names will never let you get your way.
Hearing only one voice now rehab is your only choice.
Your angry dry tears yelling to a deaf ear; there is no direction.
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020
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