Off the Ground

September 15, 2009. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

People talk
It don’t mean nothin
Can’t think of a bit of good that ever came from their tongues
I’ve seen the wars through the ages
Fifteen hundred years and nobodies won
I was born in the wreckage
Of a city made of stone
I crawled out through the ashes
Still can’t find a place to safely call home
I give up everything for nothin
I fight twice for one thing
The world breaks me down to my knees

Could ya sweep me off the ground
Could ya carry me away
Lord lend me your wings
Cause I don’t wanna stay
Could ya sweep me off the ground

Yeah people talk
Still don’t mean nothin
Stretching truth for the innocent why is daddy gone so long
I see the fear in the children
Eighteen months have passed and fathers not home
Fighting wars in the wreckage
Of a city made of stone
Marching on through the ashes
To provide a place to safely call home
They give up everything for one thing
Fight twice for something
A freedom that they’ll never see

Could ya sweep em off the ground
Could ya carry them away
Lord lend me your wings
I’ll bring em home today
Could ya sweep em off the ground

I’d give up everything for one thing
That’s gatta stand for something
I’d give up my life for just one

Chance to sweep you off the ground
Carry you away
Break wars thick chains
If only for the day
Just to sweep you off the ground