Young Marks

I was born
 to potential and limitless grace
 with the flashing of light
 it was gone when the smoke cleared
 cast in ash and powder
 I was raised
 to obey and respect but
 at the edge of the lake
 was death and disruption
 when the water splashed across my back
 it burned
 for the dead there's no comfort in fate
 and the line is as faintly declined
 and the purpose of living is life
 I wasn't chosen
 I didn't choose the path
 my heart's not built to hold his love
 I was schooled
 in a place of tradition
 but something was missing
 in faces of classmates
 eyes declared too blue, too deep
 in the church where they lead us to worship
 fighting to pull it apart
 with my nails
 as they chewed solid oak beneath me
 from the bloods took the truth from the lies
 and the lie they took greatly to god
 when the lies after death its a prize
 I wanna reach out
 I wanna shake your hand
 your war is novel and divine
 oooooohhhh-oooooohhhhhhhhhhh
 oooooohhhh-oooooohhhhhhhhhhh
 oooooohhhh-ooohhhhh
 oooooohhhh-ooohhhhh
 oooooohhhh-ooohhhhh-oooooohhhh-ooohhhhh-ooohhhhh