Messianic soapboxing from a juvenile,
but who better to speak the truth?
Blind man in a mass convened for a while
in a congregational crwth
Everyone listened while I stood in the aisle,
for I refused to sit on a pew
Stood in the stile in a bit of a rile,
for what's a child to do?
But maybe I stood in a bit of denial
because who better to speak the truth
Who better to speak it than one who's a child
who's never been lied to?
The blind man sat with a hint of a smile
Something I couldn't do
I made it through the doors without his espial
but I still unfortunately knew
But as I thought of the kid, as I thought of the child
as I thought of the knowledge of youth
I said to myself with a hint of a smile,
"What's a child to do?"
I returned to the church after walking a mile-
after walking in my own damn shoes
I met another man in a bit of denial
sitting on a makeshift pew
He said "On a stand, all he is is a child
still no taller than me or you"
I smiled like a blind man who could see for a while
and said, "Yea,
but he speaks the truth"