Faith

Pleased was I at my equilibrium

Through distortions I find a way straight

Tumbling through dark alleyways of hate

With the growing disdain on my face

Laid straight, I cannot concentrate

Walk properly or sit, pray

All through my veins runs a fox too cunning

To be near the blade of fate

I excuse it softly and it chases me away

From the truth that we share

As brothers in arms

For the beauty of the mistake

When there is too much at stake

To lie within the grace and graciousness

Of His snake, the maker and the all encompassing

Mistake

Pain, rain, gain, stain, main, juice

Try again. Ruin the blade, sing the pain

Away it goes to another day

Which calls again and fades away

In growing disdain

Of the folk, the rural and the urban state

On this plate

Laid straight, I cannot stay awake

For people cry and shake in loose

Buildings held together by golden faith

TOSHAM