White House
By Rodney Sleeth
So you beg this force from above for direction and faith,
And all you have to show from your heart is half a page of what?
Speaking to the winds and the rains, mother, earth, father, son, kings, and slaves,
A broken heart bows and breaks his chains of perception
You know he’ll never be the same
So he sends his thought out to the stars
Far away – far away – far away
But like a kite he’s tethered to the ground here to stay
No! Here today
From darkness he came to find some light and leave this world of the shadows behind
And as the predator lures him with golden words of peace within
If each man could know in his heart that the shepherd would fleece his flock
And keep them standing upright and in a line
With their dogs on the firing line
So you beg this force from above for direction and faith,
And all you have to show from your heart is half a page of what?
