Censor-Edit This Love

Words, actions, what we do, celebrate, obscure, or commit to can sometimes offend people even when you never intend to. Times like these I go really hard on myself. There I go my stupid mouth. Never knowing when to stop, always babbling like a stupid kid. And when the truck pulls in from the side, I get knocked over and I don't for a moment even know why something as terrible as this would happen. I am known to be adaptable - patiently indulgent even. I will protect the ones I love, fight the cause of those I have a passion for, lay down my life for those I call my brothers. But I seem to really lack in the department of survival. I am the kind that doesn't believe the lion who sleeps will attack you when awakened and will only believe when the attack takes place, on me. Some call it learning the hard way. But how can such an amiable animal be capable of such atrocity. Why am I wired such? Why? What's the purpose? What can I do to insulate myself from these death threats? But what's wrong with death threats anyway? Who can hurt me? Who has authority over my being? Only God. But these unexplainable fears encroach me like clouds over a dry northern hill. These self help books say that blind avoidance is the key to suicide. But them others say that self help books are from the devil. Who do I believe? None of these makes sense. I don't know anymore.

I woke up this morning feeling the same sick soulless feeling
I woke up angry because of you, because of how you made me feel
Under the sun we don't have much but we got this much
I don't know why but you would put the trigger to my head

Cos you said,
"Sort out your life, sort out your own mess, don't get me in trouble"
"These are the days, these are the ways go troubleshoot your own mistakes"
But I gotta go, I gotta run, cos run is all I know
I am a modern day cliche, a rich man's son for a fool

Then on the other side of town I hear of another pain
It makes we wonder that if nothing's ever new
Cos mama's got her hands full to clean up what life's served up
She hung up the phone before I could tell her how much I cared

One or the other person could have turned the other cheek
But pride comes before our knees could fall for forgiveness
We open up pandora's box but we couldn't handle the change
I don't know why that stranger would pull a trigger through his head

Love has a way of bringing you home
Love has a way of showing you what's real
Love goes around another bend, till it hurts till it breaks till it turns you around

Love has a way of taking the lead
Love has a way of changing all of your expectations
When you least expect the world to wrap its arms around you

I can't see what's on the other side
My light is flickering, dimming, losing every hope
So I walk and walk and walk away cos all I know is walk away
Can love ever take its place I guess we'll never know