KEG

Kent Eugene Goolsby

The Great Confessor

 

I don’t know what’s harder

Telling the truth or hearing it

Holding my breath or wasting it

Blowin’ all this smoke

Like some long lost brother

I have come here in need another

But I ask not for your comfort

Just a bended ear

 

Cuz I’ve tried to be a great confessor

Of dreams and nothing lesser

Of a love that would surrender

If you were standing at the gate

 

Been pulling nails out of coffins

Trying to raise some hell

But our spirits are as reluctant

As a young lover's farewell

So I'm dusting off a language

That we once spoke so well

Back when we believed that words were sung

To save us from ourselves

 

(So I’ve tried to be a great confessor…)

 

When my moment has been measured

And the ends have all frayed

My conscious be clear

Because I’ll be able to say

 

(That I tried to be a great confessor…)

 

 

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