Analysis of Heads In The Street

There is a line being drawn in the sand
 try to understand
 Many equate logic for fear
 I shed a single tear to numb the pain

We each are given a voice with a choice
 many insist on lust instead of love
 Other's just push things under the rug
 eyes, faces & traces

Burning the midnight oil
 when will this harvest begin to boil
 Shadows break apart upon the morning dew
 we have bitten off far more then we could chew

solace, humility & sullen brevity
 Marching orders have been given
 Satan's laughing spreads his wings
 Trump is in office a new political swing

As the eagle fly's throughout the sky
 to send a tender wish or a soft reply
 Let us look above to the heavenly love
 shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning plow

The time for change is now
 a call is going out onto the nation
 Hearts to unfold their dream episode
 become a beacon of light to a hurting world in need