Lyric: Not Noble The Struggle

A pretentious manic depressive lyric I was writing…

Not Noble The Struggle

Tears they fell on seventh grade
Perfect storm did not abate
Age and time ate at my home
What I deserved left me alone
Not many pieces left to retrieve
Nor many people I could deceive
So I lied from myself
Every casual moment life and death

The neatest times of my life
How I regretted letting them die
But I deserved to have my way
It was there in everything I’d say
Little deals and I kept the rights
Little phone calls to the lights
Little castles made of bytes
Little faces you get it right

So I set out across a land
Took a woman in my hand
She tried to smile as best she could
As she dragged the dead wood
Sometimes the way I’d train my eyes
Left precious things out of sight
Mr Hyde was in the glass
Getting ready to kick ass

When my race is run
It wasn’t a noble one
Not a warrior
Not righteous
If this is firing
Of clay

I have to take it
How I was faithless
Not straight up
Not righteous
A bully

John Riggins on the floor
Sans that Super Bowl
John Lennon at the Troubadour
Sans the drugs and alcohol

And so I sit between my walls
Erected by the beck and call
Of those that put me on
And let me know what must be done
And get away with what I can
And still be a worried man
Day by day count regrets
Don’t know what I’d do different if I did it again

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By juliorey

Punk, metal and acoustic. Writing since 1974, Christian since 1977, Christian music since 1979, releasing since 1982. The Lead. Frank's Enemy. Ad creative, social media superhero, Cuban-born, Xtian, Liberty, homeschool, dad of 4, hubby of 1. Jets, Da U, Heat.

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