The Return Poem by Daniel Richards

Cross my fingers,
And prey today turns out to be mine
Some see it’s easy, “you see”
Just assert your fractured plastered mind
Some say find a saviour in hard and desperate times
But, you see I just need to forget,
We are born simply, just to die

I came here but not like the others did. I came to
Find a piece of truth to worth of life,
I don’t fall like the others as I fly, but I slip,
Trying to find better life,
I knew nothing good comes easy, all the
Good things take some time, I am here as a spirit
To die as a man is the crime

You can’t help wonder, why the streets are
Paved with paper gold,
They say life’s better here than anywhere known,
But yet we hate those come from countries cold….
They come, just like us to earn themselves a little home
But I see nothing in our pay dirt,
The ghosts are all I know,
Here souls no longer reside…
Where promise turn into cries…
No-ones getting out of here alive!

In the blessed name of Jesus
I heard the tyrant say
Heaven awaits us all, but first,
Wars must be fought in his name

Back and forth, forth and back
Lead made bullets and heart attacks,
Greed we let prosper, the dying are the poor
But this is not the earth god gave to us endure
He gave a bounty of purity
But yet we sit, attack and wait then blame him for no rescue
Sitting at the latest wake
I hope all our tears dry for all and one
The final days our arriving and he’ll return
The dawning sun,

The question remains which one
Lucifer or Jesus,
But we can only count on one
Saved once before to follow the path
But 2000 years later we waltz the devils dance