The Reality of Me

People often say I talk to much

They say that they ‘don’t care’

There's hardly topics I don’t touch

Me not talking is something rare

Theres been a time in my life where lips went silently

Then I saw just what happens when we speak too little

Our freedoms come under fire, and we forget our liberty

So say some more and say it loud, don’t be so stinking brittle

People often say I cling to the bible and hold too tight to God

But that’s just fine because I know that I can’t do it all

Theres hardly places that I go where with me He wont trod

Hes there to help me up in case along the way I fall

Theres been a time in my life where I spoke too loud

I said some things I didn’t mean when I was awful mad

I hang my head for Ive said words that haven’t made me proud

So watch your tongue and say a prayer before saying something bad

I often say people should learn about who you are first

Learn from me and teach me too, and then make your decision

Often times they think they do, and judge us at our worst

And when they say those nasty things, they say it without revision

Don’t write my biography for me, for it is filled with fiction

I wont write yours or pretend to know about things that I’ve not learned

For awful times lie ahead for such premature conviction

And just before you know it, another bridge has burned

Don’t play me for a fool, for in this gamble I’m all in

Ive placed a bet myself, and the deck is surely stacked

So whilst you think you’re on top, just know that I will win

And then you learn to find out first what is and isn’t fact

I often think that its not fair when people take their time

To let you learn about their hearts and learn who they really are

Yet all the while they say they know who you are through such a rhyme

But no time they take to sum you up and they turn out much too far

So judge me not and Ill do the same, lets start from this clean slate

We’ll shed our shame and renew our name, leave behind the senseless hate

Life is forward not in rear, so trust the Lord and have no fear

So you be paper, Ill be pen; Together we’ll write our stories again