Treasure Island

Bob Sujdak

(2/7/96 / middle of nowhere)

a truth of my soul

i am a rageful boy who seeks a source of joy
i wonder why god has touched my life
i hear the bawling of a thousand days
i see a light being pushed away
i want to find a lord's forgiveness
i am a rageful boy who seeks a source of joy

i pretend to hold up a 50,000 pound truck when it is hanging from wires
i feel sad when the gates open to one of my own
i touch their hearts for one last time
i worry about the unending flame
i cry when the stairway to heaven is shown
i am a rageful boy who seeks a source of joy

i understand deception is satinic and sinful
i say the lord will not deceive
i dream of a world in peace
i try to recall the days of serenity
i hope i will live to see a warless world
i am a rageful boy who seeks a source of joy

Submitted: Thursday, February 12, 2009
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