How Long?

These aren't the songs I want to sing
About faith and peace and hope.
Cos everything will not be fine
It's in the dark we grope.

Cry out to the Lord, I heard them say
But I did that all before.
And all I heard was my desperate voice
And a throat that's become so sore.

I shed the tears, I prayed the prayers
And still nothing has changed.
How can a God that loves us so
Leave this world, this way deranged?

It's different for me who had a chance,
Who knows what it's like to have grace
But I know these orphans who got nothing in life
And they're still kicked around the place.

What does it matter if salvation comes
In a life after we don't care?
Who cares if the Lamb of God stands out,
Who cares if the Christ is there?

The don't think of the end or the heavenly realm
They surviving from day to day
Some don't get the chance to survive the day,
There's always a price to pay.

I'm sick of rejoicing, I'm sick of asking
I'm sick of being brought to my knees
And I'm not even the one who is hurting
It's not my pain I grieve.

How long, Oh Lord, will you make us wait?
How long will we speak out in vain?
How long will you sit back with idle hands
Watch your children writhe in pain?

Are you really Yahweh, a God who saves?
Do you even hear their cry?
I can hear deafening in my ears
You don't answer, I don't know why?

Our name is Israel yes? you called us Israel?
We're a people who struggle with God.
But aren't we s'pose to overcome, after all is done.
Don't you save us from the coming flood?

I don't know what to say, how to make you hear
That heaven after is not enough.
You can't give them more, the world it tears apart
This life is cruel and harse and tough.

All I have left is a plea, a beggar on my knees,
That somehow you will wipe out the dirt.
That in my disbelief your light will blast away
Everything that caused them hurt.

Please.

Really like the way

Do you really like the way my scarf hung round my neck?
Cos I thought it was just the sound of your own voice
that was draped in the space between us.

Did you really feel the way we connect?
Cos I thought it was just the sparks as my Ipod crackled intermingled with my sweat.

Did you really like the pale of my lips?
Cos you know that's not real right, it's just Maybelline or Revlon or some other shit.

Do you really want me, to want you to want me to want you?
I couldn't remember the rest, I was too distracted by my own revulsion/attraction.

Does it normally work?
Cos even though they'll all tell you it doesn't
It does.

As long as you don't mind that I want you to want me to want you.

And that's it.

four and twenty

I'm 24. Four and twenty.
Stories in my head, I have plenty.
I. Just. Can't. Tell. Them.

Not cos I don't want to.
I. Just.Can't. Get the. Words.
Out.

I'm not shy, I'm not fly, I don't cry.
I'm not 24.

I've got less years than that.
You'll see less me than that.

You wanna see my hair?
It's shiny underneath
wavy underneath
There's no grey there underneath.

You wanna see my neck?
It's so smooth underneath
So cool underneath
There's no rules there underneath.

You wanna see my kneecaps?
It's so scarred underneath
So marred underneath
There's no covers underneath.

You won't see my neck, or my my hair, do you care? It's not fair.
You won't see my knees, no one sees, I'm not a tease.

You won't see my elbows,My shoulder, My chin, My forehead, my buttcheek, my armpit, my shin. My thigh, my hip, my pelvis, my chest, the small of my back and the curve of my breast.

You won't see my beauty, my pleasure, my shame, my shadows, my silhouette, mu childish game. My giggle, my fighting, my fears and my sigh, my groans, my bruises, not even my lie.

Oh sorry.
You will see that.
The lie. In my eye.
You will see that.