Quintet V: 'Lame' - Poem by Cory Fox
In a one-sided war of attrition
Man will fight until his dying day
But should he just let go of ambition
The meaning of time is stripped away
Spreading my Gospel on every street,
I hear them whisper as they wave
“Just who does he assume he’ll save
While he lives on bread, but never meat?
What God would make his man a slave? ”
Why can they not see I live for tomorrow?
There are roads to riches I cannot roam,
But I refuse to drown myself in sorrow
For salvation’s wings will carry me home
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