Poetry

Some things I've done make my conscience burn
 My very spine shutter and squirm
 I only hope that I've learned from my sins
 I heard a voice when I was thirteen
 Got baptized and washed up clean
 The world has a way if you know what I mean
 Stuffing you up again and again
 I can't explain a blessed thing
 Not a fallen star or a feathered wing
 How a man in chains has the strength to sing
 Just one thing is clear to me
 There's always more than what appears to be
 When the lights just right I swear I see
 Man, it's poetry
 Now somebody made everything
 From the soul inside out to Saturn's rings
 How my baby smiles and how Ray Charles sings
 Of course we were created
 The clouds make rain, the ocean makes sand
 The earth breathes fire and lava makes land
 Now that took a mighty hand a wild imagination
 I can't explain a blessed thing
 Not a fallen star or a feathered wing
 How a man in chains has the strength to sing
 Just one thing is clear to me
 There's always more than what appears to be
 When the lights just right I swear I see
 Man, it's poetry
 The dreams I dream came back tenfold
 The friends I had to the woman I hold
 I look down I'm on a street of gold
 After all the mud along the way
 Sometimes the big old mystery just leans right in on me
 Says that I am home and I am free
 And I'll take that any day, any day
 I can't explain a blessed thing
 Not a fallen star or a feathered wing
 How a man in chains has the strength to sing
 Just one thing is clear to me
 There's always more than what appears to be
 When the lights just right I swear I see
 Man, it's poetry
 Just one thing is clear to me
 There's always more that what appears to be
 When the light's just right I swear I see
 Man, it's poetry