Hitchhike to Heaven


It wasn’t my decision

For me to hurt my soul

You have a huge obsession

With watching me break bones

 

Aching feet cracked in half

By the hands of a creator

Raising me up with the staff

To stop me from going deeper

 

Stop pushing me in farthur

I push until I bleed

My brain shows I’m a carver

I’m why it’s called Red Sea

 

It parts for them to walk through

The waves crash down on me

I try, but the salt blocks my view

Stings like an angry bee

 

The pharaoh and I are the same

We both have done things wrong

“Go back to start” inside life’s game

A sour note in a song

 

The horses are stuck in the sand

That’s turned more into mud

We sink into the devil’s hand

After the cleansing flood

 

Manna falls from up above

For the people who passed by

We’re left with carcasses and dust

To eat before we die

 

I’m one of the survivors

But maybe not for long

God might be my witness

His eyes are staring on

 

The pharaoh and his horses

Have become my men

As I walk along the courses

While I try to mend

 

Heaven is my next stop

The staircase will not reach

The highway is blocked off

Guess Heaven’s not for me

 

I’ll sit here with my thumb out

Waiting for a sign

I look above and I shout

Nobody will read mine

 

To become an angel

I will have to hitchhike

It looks like from this angle

Tonight won’t be the night

 

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