HEART MADE OF CHALK
DAVE THE POET

Mother Nature, Gives rainbows
God, Takes pain
A heart, Made of chalk
Bleeds red, In the rain

Everybody but you
Knows your lies, Are 200 proof
Pure white lightning
The devils truth
Doing, What you want
Saying, What you please
I’m not a saint
But I’m forever humble, On my knees

Lies and rhythms
Play a pagan’s song
There is no, Second chance
At life’s, Sacred dance
I pray, You are forgiven
By the dead, And the living
You chose, To sink like a stone
When you could have risen, To a throne

Mother Nature, Gives rainbows
God, Takes pain
A heart, Made of chalk
Bleeds red, In the rain