John D


Sometimes I ponder
I like to pretend
I laugh at some miracles
that astound foolish men
A legion of minds
Stuck behind a long bend
Lest a sequence of numbers
Be the truth in the end
The sign of the cross
The religion of loss
A nation of hopeful but lost
I breathe the air
I want to care
I want to believe what I see is there
the truth can be lonely
When my fears try to own me
God says he knows me
Down to the last hair
I have my doubts
If I am to be fair