the lights
the stage
the riff
the wild cheers
the screaming crowd
the driving music
that flawless crazy solo
that haunting drawl

everyone getting their feet off the floor
throwing their hands up
singin, shouting, screaming their hearts, lungs and guts out
going crazy for Jesus
multitudes across the denominations,
a gamut in a chorus of unity
belting out that anthem for One

that unrelinquished joy
of lost and abandonment
praise, just praise
worship, what else could matter
the thousand other thoughts just driven so far
mere words turn hazy
only lifted hands and intoxicated utterances

Oh that irresistable, uncontainble invitation to worship
to dive deep in over our heads

how have we wondered so far from it

its a sad beautiful spectacle
the killing of a dream

but reality calls?
yeah rite......

you all talk about doing the right thing,
abt being right before God

strange really
seeing how both sides seem to be fighting in the name of God
and doing what is right

deja vu
reminds me of the christian crusades and islamic jihads of medival times
the funny thing is
the arabic breathren proved more humane

so what gives you the right to promote your brand of truth
arent we all just bumbling fools
groping around in the dark?

iron men, like their feminine counterparts
can only bleed from the inside