We fade into the things we wish we saw
This is no gamble it’s no draw
So you run on along side perpetual sin
He calls your name you invite him in
A cup of tea, a bottle of wine with no end in site
I hold my cards and wait for a time that’s right
We lay them down with hopes and dreams
They reveal our truth not what it seems
Is it really a perpetual sin
to dream a new to let love in
a programmed reaction
to share in pain, joy and satisfaction
is it meant to be a distraction
what makes a man I think I know
says the man on the radio
I see my time leaving
I’m left in silence alone and breathing
To take on these metal plates and pavement
I used to do these things for them
Not for me but for the angles to come
To lift above my head my life my son
Doing right what my parents did wrong
My true occupation my real passion
A man of example, the friend of a king, a leader of men
That is my calling that is how I hope to make my end
-Aaron Johnson
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