Prophet’s Poem

I could hide behind a wall of rock and roll
But the metaphor of verse should avail this goal
The misconception’s useful as a veil for the soul
So I march inside the city’s walls

How come the messenger’s the one who takes the bullet
How come the sacrifice has to be pure
When the final word is spoken
Time will prove it true

The motive is hard to ascertain
But the poet wins the heart before he wins the brain
The prophet’s always coursing through the veins
A watchman on the city’s walls

How come the messenger’s the one who takes the bullet
How come the sacrifice has to be pure
When the final word is spoken
Time will prove it true

One man runs in the shoes of another
One man cries at the grave of a brother
One man pulls his treasure out of the ground
One hand holds to the hope of tomorrow
One heart bears a lifetime of sorrow
One soul lives that no one would know his name

How come the messenger’s the one who takes the bullet
How come the sacrifice has to be pure
When the final word is spoken
Time will prove it true

© 2020 Colin Heinrich Music