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Soliloquy for Conscience
I’ve been down every highway that runs through this old land
I’ve talked to every preacher, I’ve talked to every man
When you look in the mirror it’s my face that you see
I sit upon your shoulder, you can’t deny it’s me
I’m the wind that blows across the fields and stirs up all the dust
Leaves a smudge upon your face, as I leave in wanderlust
You've got these bad bad feelings that drive you like a storm
You try to sleep away the truth and pray it’s gone by morn
Chorus:
Yes you say you know me, you know who I am
As you sit in church on Sunday chastising every man
Who does not match a certain color or walk the way you do
Yes I am your conscience , I’m judging you
I used to matter so much more, so many years ago
Like the froth upon the water that pushes against the shore
I have died in may souls that walk their holy ground
Like the tide that gently flows away and leaves flattened sand
Maybe I’ll come back someday and surprise you in your sleep
Like a breath upon your shoulder, like a shadow in a scene
I’m not really gone for good, if you’ve heard the words I’ve said
Maybe you can find me, and raise me from the dead
Chorus:
Yes you say you know me, you know who I am
As you sit in church on Sunday chastising every man
Who does not match a certain color or walk (PRAY, LOVE) the way you do
Yes I am your conscience , I’m judging you
Rick Gustaitis 2016
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