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i was feelin’ lost and Rich was skipping on my old CD player and i turned him off, cause i got somethin’ i gotta try to say ![]() It happens on this road to salvation, in the unexpected is our weakness and i’m ready and too long alone, waiting for the overdue Stranger ![]() i thought the battle lines and sides were clear, and thus my will but the illusion shatters when i find my foe, my brother, ![]() And i stand naked with the pretense, my armor, and weapon replaced somewhere along this road—i guess, longer than i thought—they’ve turned to rust, ![]() And tears come as i recognize we’re one, until my searching gaze rests on his frown. And oh, my heart cries, as i see his sword rise, my brother doesn’t recognize me, ![]() i try to rise, won’t you listen? If i can only explain! But my brother’s a million miles away, and the blade falls again and again—but it’s in his eyes—the vacant ![]() Oh, Lord, You knelt and bled. You prayed that we’d be one. But my brother, oh my brother, where have you been? Where have you gone? Oh, my brother, ![]() |
This poem is © copyright by mark macdonald
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