The man in gray
or
Listen Ye
Valley Forge by Graystone
I make no claim
to grace or fame,
I come among you beref't of name.
A bad man I, all dressed in gray
I linger here
By Night
By Day
I called this man
and told him true
He listened not, rue, rue
The words a weapon
In all hands
Here you say it
Here it stands
I make no claim
to truth, to white
I'm clearly gray
I bark, I bite
I can see you Garret, James
I watch you two
Play your games
I curse you not with Gods Word
Look at me and see a bird
I am tiny
Gray and Loud
I can see you,
Hiding, proud
I screech I scream
I yell out loud
I hope I think
to draw a crowd
This way
all
can see your mind
and try to know
why so unkind |
