Forsaken ...

Written and performed by CBL
"My life as a monk ..."
I gave my life to work and prayer
Thought I'd find my salvation there
I clutched my bible and my broom
embraced the coldness of my room
Embraced the coldness of my soul
Sweet charity to fill my bowl
And when my bowl filled to the brim
I lost my faith and forsake him
Forsaken seeker of the truth
A blind man stumbling over proof
A blind man stumbling over proof
Humbled and broken by the truth
A skin of glass a ragged soul
Abandoned empty black as coal
I filled that hole with hate and pride
All tender feelings cast aside
And when that hole filled to the brim
A dead black void no light within
A thousand versions of the truth
A blind man stumbling over proof
Forsaken seeker of the truth ...
(G Marsden)

[@sentientbeing.3015]

i love this!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

[@coldboneslullabies]

Thanks Sentient 😊

[@RoughGuessMusic]

Another great one, Cold Bones! An entire story in a tidy two minute song. I had a feeling that monk was headed for hard times! Delightful Fingerpicking. 😀👍

[@coldboneslullabies]

Thanks Rough Guess. Hope all is well over there 😊