ISRAEL RAMBLE (A song about destiny)

2am
I’m wide awake
Waiting for the news to break
Israel blasts the infidels
Damascus blown straight to hell

Skeptics rally
Babies cry
Teardrops well in old men’s eyes

Spinning tales of right and wrong
Explosive tempers
Faces
Long

The Who
Rocks the Super Bowl
Holding on to fame
Ripping just the same

Wish I were a rainbow
GPS to gold
Wish I played guitar
Wish my feet weren’t cold

Wish she felt my fondness
Focused on embrace
Wish my deepest thoughts
Were etched upon my face

I dreamed I was a poet
Words of bleeding prose
Spitting piercing truth
No matter where it flows

I can’t control the future
I wouldn’t if I could
Holy hands
They guide me
Completely understood



© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010