Impatient Sun

Tonight is colder than the fingernails of bitches

Buckled belts on angry men

I was riding when the onslaught happened

I said, "here we go again"

There was paper blowing all around the ditches

Calling me to find a pen

And when i went into the pen shop

I almost stayed too long

If you stop to think what color ink to write your scriptures in

Your vision will be gone

And every time i bear a vision of you

I admit i try to stop it

But mothers can not carry babies past their due

So, why deny if i'm a prophet

I see you waiting like an impatient sun

Knowing the moon will soon eclipse it

I see greatness in yr future

And then i see y'll never glimpse it

Before y're yanked away

And though i shiver for all the unknown painters

Who complete their masterpieces on the undersides of rocks

And every day there are fishermen who wake at dawn

To find their boats are gone

The ragged ropes still trailing off the docks

I'm waiting like an impatient son

Knowing his momma's gonna leave

When you see death written on a living face before you

You just get on with it

Cause what are supposed to grieve

The night is teeming with the bloody teeth of traitors

Hear it beating with the plastic hearts of liars

The toxic fumes will keep the godly ones away

Were they thrown into the fires

But you are waiting like an impatient sun

Waiting for its turn to shine

And like the sun we're going to miss you

Your brightness

When you leave us all behind