Be Not Afraid
It’s a dirt road I come from A storm from the past Dust twirls in cyclone curls and lays me on the grass As steady as a heart beat As fleeting as a wave I break crest on newborn shores of everlasting graves I walk the seems of night and day amidst tears of all unknown Please turn and face night fall because in the darkness light is shown Oh! Be not afraid Twisted hands and crooked hearts have scattered all your things Read you lines from wicked poems that empty searching brings With my hands I feed you bread and they complain that it’s just toast Then they search the trees for spirits and claim they saw a ghost They try to sell you happiness and they do it for a fee I can sell you everything and I’ll sell it to you free Oh! Be not afraid When poets breathe indifference When singers lose their breath When politicians rid their land and retire for the rest When the eyes of heads of relevance cast shadows on your hands And draw their inspiration off the backs of younger men Yea I can tell you something from the grey we must choose If you don’t learn to give your life there’s no life for you to lose Oh! Be not afraid
—Mike Mangione
Mike Mangione is a singer and songwriter in Milwaukee, WI. His
music is available at www.mikemangione.com.
