von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)

There’s effortless motion
There’s such a commotion
There’s given a notion
Of who is the chosen
..…few

There’s pennies and shillings
There’s goldrings and fillings
There’s willingless people
There’s bloodstains and grillings on
..…the steeple

There’s madness
There’s gladness
There’s happiness & sadness
There’s just one big mess
There’s failure of the test

There’s incomprehensible
People on the windowsill
There’s things that thrills do cause
There’s people who’s hearts
are wrapped in gauze

There’s too few true believers
There’s too few who want to hear
There’s too few rich receivers
There’s no future for us here

There’s so many things that
I would like to sing …to you
There’s so many blue
There’s so many black
There’s so many true-ly
..…off the track

There’s so many red
There’s so little white
There’s so many dead
There’s so many who are just,
…not right

There’s so many hearts
broken from the start
There’s too many ways to part

There’s no love
There’s no hate
There’s no feeling as of late

I look up above

There’s pain in your heart,
in your mind, in your soul

What is your goal?