ISRAEL RAMBLE

A song about destiny

2am

I’m wide awake

Waiting for the news to break

Israel blasts the infidels

Damascus blown straight to hell

 

Skeptics rally

Babies cry

Teardrops well in old men’s eyes

 

Spinning tales of right and wrong

Explosive tempers

Faces

Long

 

The Who

Rocks the Super Bowl

Holding on to fame

Ripping just the same

 

Wish I were a rainbow

GPS to gold

Wish I played guitar

Wish my feet weren’t cold

 

Wish she felt my fondness

Focused on embrace

Wish my deepest thoughts

Were etched upon my face

 

I dreamed I was a poet

Words of bleeding prose

Spitting piercing truth

No matter where it flows

 

I can’t control the future

I wouldn’t if I could

Holy hands

They guide me

Completely understood

 

 

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010