JC

I looked and saw the state of the world,

and I hung my head

it matched the feeling in my soul,

a distant fire burned red

Oh, but the fire went wild one day

not too long before now

and it burned and I was grabbed

by the devil's right hand

and for too long, I said not a word

though it meant my life

I hung my head again

worshiping my plight

consumed, as the poor and the beaten down

thinking a man in black would pull me out

and I searched and saw flames streak across the sky

they burned in my chest as I waited to die

but oh, that big river of life entered me

quenching those flames of rebellion

and I followed it, further on up the road

coming out on the other side, hurt

but it heals me, that one love

so I no longer cry in hopelessness

along that narrow highway

where at the end lies no grave.