Faithless Men
There once was a boy
Who lived among faithless men.
He walked down the road,
And passed men who had hung themselves,
Among the skeptical pines and waving birches.
He wandered through the town,
And realized he was the only one left.
The woman had run into the lake,
Drowning in unhappiness.
The goodness of life sits like a rock in his stomach,
Like eating too much at Thanksgiving.
With nothing else to believe,
He simply starts going.
Eat the pain and keep on going.
Embrace the pain and keep on going.
Try and change-
Just keep on going.
The moving of the land,
And race to the life of man.
Past the swinging faithless men,
Past the women in the lake,
Everything falls away.
Its surpassed by the simple joy,
Of wiping away the blank world.
With the simple act,
Of chasing kindness.
Ive wondered how he keeps it going,
With the speed he races,
And the beliefs he choses to keep.
But whatever the reason,
He digs his nails into his palm,
And continues the race for the faithless men.
Passing even the gods as you go on your way.
Eating away the ground as you scream explosive acid,
Or life a small bird into the flocks in the sky.
Extreme, but necessay.
Sometimes he almost understands the choices of faithless men,
They couldnt face the plights of existence.
But he knew to keep going.
Dandelions burning his nose,
White speacks of dust from the last truck that rolled through.
And the steady pace of going.
Some sort of angel following him, playing the harp,
Poking his shoulder,
Making him high.
Faithless men knew nothing of this,
With whatever devils haunt them.
Flying softly as a cheetah,
You graze the grass of the open fields,
The fingers of the sun touching his face,
And dropping a blanket over his shoulders.
Firm to convictions and crashing through the woods,
The squirrels have even eaten the poisinous berries,
And perished from the world with its own kindness.
With flinching senses and legs,
He climbed the tree.
He grabs hold of the strong ropes that hold the man to the tree,
And unties the unforgiving knots.
The man slips to the ground,
And the boy goes down to pay the final respects.
He puts the man in a tomb,
And whispers softly for the man,
Murmurs that will bring him from this world into the next.
He lays back in the needles again,
Wondering what he'll do next.
In the drowning place of unhappiness,
In the company of faithless men.
Who lived among faithless men.
He walked down the road,
And passed men who had hung themselves,
Among the skeptical pines and waving birches.
He wandered through the town,
And realized he was the only one left.
The woman had run into the lake,
Drowning in unhappiness.
The goodness of life sits like a rock in his stomach,
Like eating too much at Thanksgiving.
With nothing else to believe,
He simply starts going.
Eat the pain and keep on going.
Embrace the pain and keep on going.
Try and change-
Just keep on going.
The moving of the land,
And race to the life of man.
Past the swinging faithless men,
Past the women in the lake,
Everything falls away.
Its surpassed by the simple joy,
Of wiping away the blank world.
With the simple act,
Of chasing kindness.
Ive wondered how he keeps it going,
With the speed he races,
And the beliefs he choses to keep.
But whatever the reason,
He digs his nails into his palm,
And continues the race for the faithless men.
Passing even the gods as you go on your way.
Eating away the ground as you scream explosive acid,
Or life a small bird into the flocks in the sky.
Extreme, but necessay.
Sometimes he almost understands the choices of faithless men,
They couldnt face the plights of existence.
But he knew to keep going.
Dandelions burning his nose,
White speacks of dust from the last truck that rolled through.
And the steady pace of going.
Some sort of angel following him, playing the harp,
Poking his shoulder,
Making him high.
Faithless men knew nothing of this,
With whatever devils haunt them.
Flying softly as a cheetah,
You graze the grass of the open fields,
The fingers of the sun touching his face,
And dropping a blanket over his shoulders.
Firm to convictions and crashing through the woods,
The squirrels have even eaten the poisinous berries,
And perished from the world with its own kindness.
With flinching senses and legs,
He climbed the tree.
He grabs hold of the strong ropes that hold the man to the tree,
And unties the unforgiving knots.
The man slips to the ground,
And the boy goes down to pay the final respects.
He puts the man in a tomb,
And whispers softly for the man,
Murmurs that will bring him from this world into the next.
He lays back in the needles again,
Wondering what he'll do next.
In the drowning place of unhappiness,
In the company of faithless men.