
Now, some are lost in shopping malls and some on battlefields
some are lost in suburbs…and some on capitol hill
some are lost on terminal wards…or in a nursing home
some are equally as lost between their headphones
but whatever your co-ordinates on your map of shame
whether close or far away…we’re all lost just the sameand that Birth of Births was like a death
under that hallowed star
still every father knows and cares
where his sons and daughters areyou may wake up a bit confused with the ache that’s in your heart
doesn’t matter if you get there by choice or got there by default
every birth shall come with tears and with youth there comes a cost
Jesus, what’s it like to grow up in the shadow of a cross?
where you take on more than you could know
and more than i’d ever wanna say
i put you there a long time ago
and i do it everydayand that Birth of Births was like a death
under that hallowed star
still every father knows and cares
where his sons and daughters are” ~Bill Mallonee © 2005
It’s been an interesting couple of weeks to be sure. The weather here in NapTown has gone from a pleasant 65 degrees and blue skies to the more seasonal 45 degrees complete with the usual Novemberish ceiling of gray. In one word - oppressive. The skies seem to mimic what’s happening in my own life as well.

