SOmeTiMeS mY IMaGAINatiON CONsuMEs me.

Behind the bulky oak doors sits
A man of worth, of wealth
He sits.

He prays to God to save his soul
That man of worth, of wealth
He prays.

Hear the church bells ringing

He prays for mercy (on his knees)
He prays for worth, for wealth
He kneels.

He prays for life, for times of past
That man of worth, of wealth
He calls.

Hear the church bells ringing
Hear the children singing

“I beseech thee Lord, I ask you here.
To give me strength.” The man
He pleads.

“Hear my complaint, I’m on my knees”
His head is bowed. The man
He asks.

Hear the church bells ringing
Hear the children singing
Hear the priest anointing

“I ask you Lord, just do your will
For I’m a man.” The man
He cries.

“Save me from my bonds today
My unkempt thoughts.” The man
He yaws.

Hear the church bells ringing
Hear the children singing
Hear the priest anointing
Hear the rich man sobbing

Hear the gun shot echo
Shake the chapel window

Hear the man of wealth, of worth
Feel the lack of love, of mirth.

Hear the church bells dulling
Hear the children screaming
Hear the priest, he’s gasping

Yet, do not hear the man of wealthy worth
Who felt no love, no love or mirth.

Behind the bulky oak doors lies
A man of worth, of wealth
He lies.

He cries no more unto the Lord
That wealthy man, who once implored.