General (Vol. 1)
Pressure
- Heavenly Mother
Of my loving brother
Please ask Him for some extra love today:
My muscles are tightening,
The sky feels like lightning
And although I am trying, I'm losing my way.
- The fierce competition
with no inhibition
Is crushing the best of my heart into dust;
The Tempting and taunting
And venting and vaunting
Are leading me into narcotics and lust.
- Yet in the far distance
Of freedom and innocence
I remember the story of You and Your son;
But I really have missed you
When I should have kissed you
For all that He stood for and all he got done.
- I remember He said
That until we were dead
There was always a prospect of love and release,
So in this sane recess
between hype and distress
This is my tiny prayer for a route back to peace.