Change
(c) October 1, 2001
Bars have changed me
there's no doubt
no need to rule
direct or shout
No power left
in my two hands
to move my world
as I command
God is king
I must now say
these men with clubs
will dread his day
My bodies dead
in mournful sleep
but spirit's strong
no longer weak
Yes bars will change
a man with dreams
and fill his nights
with fitful grief
In the end
the judge will bow
to higher wisdom
with sweat wet brow
But God is fair
if he's done well
He won't spend
his time in hell
by Ricky D. McKean
(c) October 1, 2001
Bars have changed me
there's no doubt
no need to rule
direct or shout
No power left
in my two hands
to move my world
as I command
God is king
I must now say
these men with clubs
will dread his day
My bodies dead
in mournful sleep
but spirit's strong
no longer weak
Yes bars will change
a man with dreams
and fill his nights
with fitful grief
In the end
the judge will bow
to higher wisdom
with sweat wet brow
But God is fair
if he's done well
He won't spend
his time in hell
by Ricky D. McKean
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