Though every day more feeble,
he still could shake the cage.
Through a daughter’s eyes he read the Book,
his own made weak by age.
Confined now to a wheelchair,
he had a guarantee…
From the One who made the lame walk
and caused the blind to see.
Hear the terror in nine words
that can bend the knees of the strongest
and put the fiercest to flight.
Give ear to an idea so abominable
some would rather sell their soul
than act on these words.
“Sell all you have and give to the poor.”
Captured in the photograph,
his face as smooth as glass.
His lips still frozen in a smile
from a time long past.
Bound in unseen fetters,
I’m shackled like a slave,
as I try in vain to wake him
from his paper grave.
I've got a lightning mind.
Who can catch it
when I hide in the dark cloud?
Who can find it,
my lightning mind?
Who is going to chase my lightning mind
through the clouds and the storm?
Only love can catch the lightning
and still the storm.
In a world that's full of struggle and strife,
I went searching for the meaning of life.
A thousand signs pointed out the way,
And each one led me more astray.
In the shadows of a rundown store,
I found what I was looking for.
An old man who was wise but weak,
Shook his head and began to speak.