Just Passing Through
A passerby is what we are
A space cowboy, like shooting star
We travel many distant lands
Surveying scape this traveling man
From East to West we've seen a few
Different things, these holes on shoes
Will attest to all we've walked
If they could speak, I'm sure they'd talk
America, God blessed but poor
In spirit things, blessings ignored
Watch us pass like ship at sea
Today I've seen it's vanity
No time to lend or help to give
A helping hand, a break to live
To someone other than themselves
A path forsaken that leads to Hell
Handshakes were less in some remote
Town that slept in us provoked
A word or two to few that listened
By lake rested where moon would glisten
A simple phrase would come to mind
GOD bless you mamn or sir most kind
Respond some did but most would not
Seems like GOD they just forgot
We forged ahead and ate a bit
Off the land at times we'd sit
Viewing distant the next small town
Where most greetings on us were frowns
America bleeds sad but true
My country Ti's of thee outgrew
The GOD that gave all that some miss
Blindly we hate what GOD does kiss
You out there in yonder woods
Us right here misunderstood
Is this how our lives should end
No time for Him who we offend
My journeys end has opened eyes
That fall too short whose lived some lies
But still we walk just passing through
With hope His message gets to you
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