Coliseums Sink

You’ve championed loneliness
only to commit to conformity.
A diamond ring is not what it’s all about.
In a world of confusion, you seek normality,
but the heart of the fiancé is what you are without.

And all the matters to you is a percentage,
97 separates the perfect from the week.
As if all this work will elevate your advantage.
Is it money or a better life you seek ?

I was wrong, so wrong,
a working man is right.
It’s the one who lives his work day to day,
that never sees an end in sight.

What’s important?
The child: innocence held in your arms,
or the dreams you have in your heart?
Or is it the money that barriers your bank account?
Only numbers, when did they ever count ?

So hold your hands tight,
pray for the money that gives you sight.
So blind, so blind.
God, I wish you could see mine.

The green is on your hands,
Waters wasit away all that stands.
Coliseums sink.
Crushed in the waters of God,
Placed in the nail pierced hands of love.

-By Chris Cameron 9/4/11