I Refuse To Believe In Nothing
Gone are the heroes of the past
The men that made our futures bright.
We tolerate some cheap iconoclast
Who tells us it's okay to lose our sight.
Wayward paths, these squawkers will walk
Telling us to swim in the flood
So when you hear that restless, rapid knock
Lock your door and steer clear of all the mud.
They lack the courage to see it clearly
The unshaken faith we hold so dearly.
Just checking. I guess some people DO read the poetry.
Gone are the heroes of the past
The men that made our futures bright.
We tolerate some cheap iconoclast
Who tells us it's okay to lose our sight.
Wayward paths, these squawkers will walk
Telling us to swim in the flood
So when you hear that restless, rapid knock
Lock your door and steer clear of all the mud.
They lack the courage to see it clearly
The unshaken faith we hold so dearly.
Just checking. I guess some people DO read the poetry.