Sometime

Sometime
my words
like acid burns.
Eats at you,
and makes you sick
or leaves you torn.

But being sweet
isn't my strongest suit.
I never lived in candyland
and my savior is God
not man.

There is no magical mystery tour
nor a trip down yellow brick road.

Real is real, and its not always pretty,
so let the good times roll.

Down the highways and alley's
past the beast that creeps.
Across the greener pastures
that we all seek.

Venture on down th bad street
but listen closely and learn.

The Garden Of Eden isn't here anymore.