Sometimes you’re older than you want to be
Sometimes you worry ‘bout your empathy
You pray to have a mind like Christ
As your heart talks to you ‘bout suicide

You take a shot of Jack to swallow a pill
That you take to survive, not for a thrill
You have paid your tithe to society
Gave an offering to the dealer on Tenth Street

You read self-help books that make no sense
After forgiving yourself, you try to repent
After years of church you do not know home
Turning in circles to find the straight road

Where do all the fathers go when they leave
And the prophets that want to turn them back
The heart of the father to find the child
Even the prophets cannot find them now

You’re out there running after liberty
Not knowing your freedom is free from sin
You desert your family and friends
Looking for someplace you have never been

You’re a little bit older than you use to be
And your hair don’t fit into society
You pray to Christ, “Please move into my heart”
To replace the pain and remove the dark
Erase the noise of the preacher in your ear
And to save you from your own piety

© 2008 Tim D. Coulter Sr.