Four Lines
by
Nathanael Smith

Every time I kneel
I'm bathed in blood
Something I can't feel
It's all that's good

I used to be lost
Now I am found
I used to swim hard
Now I'm on ground

In a time before our time
In a place beyond our place
Mighty kingdoms grew
Then dissappeared without a trace

A hook of iron
A sneering grin
A passing glimpse
Passing in

I've got to quit and go to bed
Flush all these thoughts out of my head
It's nothing to love and all to dread
But I can't help, I'm alone instead

Ah, the idle pleasures of youth
To live and die is but a game
One moment we're reaching for stars
Then lie down six feet... It's all the same

why is it that every time i turn around
the world is that much closer to being drowned
and each time i stop to blink
the world is pushing towards the brink

there's wars and earthquakes, floods and fire
people murdered because of man's desire
help me to get myself away
before i'm overcome as senseless prey

Running from pain and oppression
Under a dark cloud that shuns
Trying my mind, trying to find
Her smile on the wings of the wind

Empty spaces fill my eyes
Temptations for the feet to wander
Sandy ground and big blue skies
Grass to walk and mind to ponder