Dear Christ,
Did you know that some of our babies are born blind?
They are autistic, they can't hold a thing together, they have broken minds.
If that is not enough, the breasts that nurse them have cancer inside!
And men are called to bear this and plod through life...
Its not like life comes with a soundtrack - theres no pianist playing some slow soothing tune on the side,
Neither are we on camera, for the world to sympathize.
Just sayin... you know, it feels like something is not right.
Dear Gagan,
You write bad rhymes.
I agree, something's not quite right,
And I think it's because you turned your back; cuz decided to draw your own lines.
Don't forget, I chose to be like you, forever, so that I could empathyze
I went through hell, to open gates of paradise.
And those babies you think you care about, they are mine.
Take my advice - trust my word and give it the fullness of time
I promise, no pain, no tears and no missing eyes
allright?
sleep well. yours truly, Jesus Christ.
Did you know that some of our babies are born blind?
They are autistic, they can't hold a thing together, they have broken minds.
If that is not enough, the breasts that nurse them have cancer inside!
And men are called to bear this and plod through life...
Its not like life comes with a soundtrack - theres no pianist playing some slow soothing tune on the side,
Neither are we on camera, for the world to sympathize.
Just sayin... you know, it feels like something is not right.
Dear Gagan,
You write bad rhymes.
I agree, something's not quite right,
And I think it's because you turned your back; cuz decided to draw your own lines.
Don't forget, I chose to be like you, forever, so that I could empathyze
I went through hell, to open gates of paradise.
And those babies you think you care about, they are mine.
Take my advice - trust my word and give it the fullness of time
I promise, no pain, no tears and no missing eyes
allright?
sleep well. yours truly, Jesus Christ.
