A Clean Well-lighted Place

Joined at the hips but not at the brains

All blood spills and flows from the strains

The suits walk in, compassion walks out

Why’d you have to go and make me scream and shout

I don’t expect perfection, but why’d I have to fall from grace

When all I ever wanted, was a clean well-lighted place

 

Feeding the poor, comforting the weary

Are some people’s children, other people’s theory

All the shifting feet, moving up and down

It’s hard to keep firmly on the ground

I don’t expect perfection, but why’d I have to fall from grace

When all I ever wanted, was a clean well-lighted place

 

As the sun sets, it all seems strange

The indifference in the winds of change

In the free market, faith costs most of all

When your beliefs are in a free fall

I don’t expect perfection, but why’d I have to fall from grace

When all I ever wanted, was a clean well-lighted place

 

The cynicism of age, and the ideals of youth

Are searching for common ground, and the simple truth

The white picket fence, and the willow tree

Are searching for a home, and a way to be free

I don’t expect perfection, but why’d I have to fall from grace

When all I ever wanted was a clean well-lighted place

© Copyright 2017 J.S. Campbell

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