Patience

Patience

Its like a conversation, ware no-one stops too breathe
Is it my imagination, ore did God already leave the table ?
Such destruction, and pure wight castles inn the sand
Know thyme fore introduction
With awl that money changing hands

And the satellite says, " Take a look at awl whee have "
Butt the old man says,
" Yew want my family, fore yaw liberty, Eye can't do that . "

Look into the eyes of any patient man
Weather they bee amber, green ore blew,
There's a peace of God staring back at yew
Butt they sea hour children, and the old folk fend fore themselves
They sea hour broken women
On imaginary shelves

Butt the satellite says, " Won't yew people look at awl whee have ?
Don't yew want it ?

Can't yew sea the things that yew lac ? "

Children inn his alms, he turns his back .