I am from a place like no other.
Where I lock myself in a spiritual city,
So I can make peace with myself.
Where my parents had 20 children.
Where clothes rest on my floor,
Like memories of the past.
Where plants are like outstretched arms swiping at the stars.
When our past falls in the green pastures of our Lord.
Where my neighbors strike out in rage,
Because of how we act as a child.
Where the streets are all broken up.
And in this dull city.
As the walls crumble down around us.
As everything seems like its ending.
I fear that we have lost ourselves
To the darkness of the modern world.
Suddenly our light overwhelms our darkness.
As we start to see the light at the end of our long tunnel.
Where trees fill the empty space of our mind.
As Medicare fills the vast ocean of our beloved elders.
As our feeding frenzy tears at our hearts.
The more we resist our temptations, the worse they get.
Suddenly we can’t find out what is right anymore.
He leads me in the paths of righteousness,
For His name-sake.
Where everyone has chances to ease the pain,
That they are trying so hard to cover up.
Where people try to fit in when their morals are fading like,
99 red balloons drifting away.
When our hearts close like curtains,
As we watch in horror as our loved ones,
Slip through our fingertips.
As their blood drips down from the real life stress.
He leads me beside still water.
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
Where we try so hard to rebuild our city.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of,
“the shadow of death”
I will fear no evil,
For He is with me.
Where every now and again we notice the little speck of darkness.
These are the things that I grew up with.
The Lord is my shepard, I shall not want.
Where people say that they are free.
You really want to know what I have to say?
F*** the free world and its liberal bulls***.
He prepares a table for me,
In the presence of my enemies.
Nowadays people can’t be themselves,
All we are now are a bunch of puppets,
For the greedy government to control.
As the music weaves through my skull,
As I try to let go of my grudges.
Where people always forsake
And complain about their lives.
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving
And into His courts with praise.
As our lives slip away from the things
That we care most about.
We try our hardest to get back on the straight path.
As we put the last brick back on our city,
We prepare ourselves for the final battle.
Either we rise above our demons,
Or we fall into eternal anguish.
His truth endures through all the generations.
As we try to tame our tongues,
Everything goes wrong.
People think that they are better than some.
It is He who made us and not we ourselves.
Where we finally know what is right,
I will live in the house of the lord,
Forever.
And that because of You our city is impenetrable.