Post by Elle Rush on Jan 8, 2008 11:26:56 GMT -5
Lost Prophets
Too many Great ones
lost to the devil's tricks,
discounting their worthiness,
being tough, taking their licks.
I'll tell you what I know,
their value more than they could've known,
if they could've peered out of that hole,
they'd have escaped a death so painful and slow....
I wish they could have seen
what others saw in them,
the preciousness of life,
how we all begin again.
Satan, he's a Master,
he knows what we suffer from,
he uses it all against us,
our fear of being unloved.
The number 27,
it's come and gone for me
but for too many of my Prophets,
it is their number eternally...
I'll never understand
how those that had so much to give
allowed those demons
the upper hand...
in his craftiness, he knew
that by stealing Those souls
he'd make impact
on many the heart-of-man.
Their powerful voices silenced now,
their poetry, so full of thought
we all lose in the end,
for they'll never sing again.
elle rush jan.2008
Too many Great ones
lost to the devil's tricks,
discounting their worthiness,
being tough, taking their licks.
I'll tell you what I know,
their value more than they could've known,
if they could've peered out of that hole,
they'd have escaped a death so painful and slow....
I wish they could have seen
what others saw in them,
the preciousness of life,
how we all begin again.
Satan, he's a Master,
he knows what we suffer from,
he uses it all against us,
our fear of being unloved.
The number 27,
it's come and gone for me
but for too many of my Prophets,
it is their number eternally...
I'll never understand
how those that had so much to give
allowed those demons
the upper hand...
in his craftiness, he knew
that by stealing Those souls
he'd make impact
on many the heart-of-man.
Their powerful voices silenced now,
their poetry, so full of thought
we all lose in the end,
for they'll never sing again.
elle rush jan.2008
