Wrong Kind of People

Wrong Kind of People

I should accept that sometimes in life
You can meet the wrong kind of people
It’s like a visit to an unknown church
Where you cannot see the steeple

So you pray to the invisible
And you weep but don’t know why
And you ask a stranger for forgiveness
Even though the shadow has died

I can wish for divine intervention
I can cross myself to feel right
But if my god isn’t listening
How can I possibly see the light

If I shook hands with a devil
Does that make me out of place
If the self righteous think me evil
Should I change the look on my face

I should accept that sometimes in life
You can meet the wrong kind of people
It’s like a visit to an unknown church
Where you cannot see the steeple

And the prayer mat is torn and fading
As the neon sign flickers weak
It’s just my soul that I’m invading
Because my heart can’t hear me speak

© SJ2009