Is this life an only one
The seeds of pain sow leaves to be washed by rain
Hate a time not enough to enjoy the fruits of everyday
The seeds of difference rot gardens left to waste
A life of pain ruins the joys of sun of rain
Son of Mississippi
Winter in an alley
Rides the train to dixie
Without leaving Pacific
Beard tells where he’s sleeping
Covered in a blanket
Ground feels like its slipping
Waiting on a diamond
Go ahead
Say it without turning your head
Let live
The sin of which you think he is
Wouldn’t this
Be how the blessed know their truth
That this man eats
What you could not want
Is this life the only one
The seeds of hate rot gardens to be washed by sun
A life of pain ruins the joys of rain and days of grace
