Young Marks

I was born 
to potential and limitless grace
with the flashing of light
it was gone when the smoke cleared
cast in ash and powder

I was raised to obey and respect but
at the edge of the lake
was death and disruption
when the water splashed across my back it burned
for the dead there's no comfort in fate
and the light exists mainly to blind
and the purpose of living is life

I wasn't chosen
I didn't choose the path
my heart's not built to hold his love

I was schooled
in a place of tradition
but something was missing
in faces of classmates
eyes declared too blue, too deep

in the church where they lead us in worship
fighting to pull it apart
with my nails
as they chewed solid oak beneath me

for the bloods took the truth from the lies
and the lie they took plainly to god
when the life after death is a prize

I wanna reach out
I wanna shake your hand
your war is noble and divine

oooooooooooooohhhh