Madness Medley

Dear Lord, you took so many of my people. I’m just wondering why you haven’t taken my life. You can run on for a long time, but sooner or later God’ll cut you down. Out in the desert there’s a soldier lying dead, another day that could have been me there. If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me? You pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to explode.

You can listen to the engine. Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? And the sky is falling down. Every day is exactly the same. I’m writing on a little piece of paper, I’m hoping someday you might find. Your pictures kept close to my heart. And your letters – each night I read them over again. You know I’ll be coming home and you know I never wanted to go away.

They gonna take me down, deep down to the front line. The sun’s coming up and the birds are out singing. All of a sudden I’m overcome by a feeling of brief mortality. I walk around and I think if people only knew. But I’m doing my best. I’m a different face of the man you knew. And I hope you forgive me now that I’ve confessed. In a land that’s turning gray I’d tell a thousand lies to have you look at me again. Cause love, like an invisible bullet has shot me down and I’m bleeding. I’m down on the ground and I’ve seconds to live. In starlit nights I saw you, so cruelly you kissed me. But here, I’m dead meat in my HumV Frankenstein. Before I came out here I never used to pray. I focuse on the pain, the only thing that’s real. What have I become? Would you smile again for me? Would you write again for me? I think that I might break. I have lost myself again.

Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple. At the end of the world or the last thing I see… If I fall, and all the things that you never ever told me… Asking all kinds of questions, to myself, but never finding the answers. Listen, you know I love you, but what am I supposed to say when I hear the sounds of the trumpet call? Come on, baby, don’t fear the reaper. I’m not afraid of competition because I know that I’m the best. The only thing important that you have to understand is that I need to show what I want to do for you. One day I’ll find you, one day I’ll make our dreams come true. I’ve never felt this way before.

But for now when the moment finally comes, I’ll be there to help. The smell of death is in the air. There are children standing here, tears drying on their face. It’s someone else’s mess that I didn’t choose. Yet we’ll always be ready because we will always be there. Though you know I’ll be coming home. So please promise that you always will keep candles lit on the windowsill. You made me strong when I was feeling weak and more than ever, I hope to never fall. I need you here for a new day to break, so when I’m cold as a dying stone, show me the way and I’ll try again.

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