Liberties Call

By John Oross

Soldiers’ lined up against the wall
Bullets fly then they fall
Someone’s filming to send to all
Commercialized terror is their aim
All this death in his name
Liberty and freedom paid in blood…
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Soldiers’ lined up against the wall

Bullets fly then they fall

Someone’s filming to send to all

Commercialized terror is their aim

All this death in his name

Liberty and freedom paid in blood

Lives the coins that are paid

No price too great and no life too small

Many answered their nation’s call

May God see them safely home

Unmarked graves in the sand

Wives and husbands with empty hands

Children can never understand

Hearts so young now filled with hate

When they should only know love

Greed leads us to evil deeds

We then sow the devil’s seeds

Intolerance, hatred then to war

Death knocking upon life’s door

Love of life is worth so much more.

A Puppet with many Strings

By John Oross

I used to work real hard

A circus life no lie

One day then another

Simply flew on by…

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I used to work real hard

A circus life no lie

One day then another

Simply flew on by

It’s true what they say about working another man’s dream

Your life fades… follow your own dreams

The future comes on hard

So put aside your past

Embrace all the wisdom learned

And have yourself a blast

It’s true what they say about time not standing still

For times a… bitter fricken pill…

I am just a puppet

With many different strings

When the master pulls

I get into the swing

It’s true what they say about not controlling a thing

Doesn’t this have… a bitter fricken ring…

Age has taken its toll

Still a puppet with many strings

When the master pulls

Ya it’s hard to get into the swing

It’s true what they say you still don’t control a thing

Soon the time will come… you know what I mean…

Suddenly your time has come

And you’re placed upon a shelf

All of your strings are cut

You’re replaced by someone else

It’s true what they say about having an identity

Even though your strings are cut… you’ll never be free…

As you’re removed from the fricken shelf

You end up in a box

All by your fricken self

Oh to be forgotten

Unwanted for anything

Oh ya wouldn’t you know… You still don’t control a thing…

Suddenly the box is opened

By a new set of hands

They clean and polish you up

And put on some new strings

When the master pulls

You get into the swing

Oh ya wouldn’t you know… You still don’t control a thing…

No matter the roll

No matter the goal

No matter the place

No matter the time

You’re the same as before… A puppet with many strings…

Skid-Row

By John Oross

Ill chill wind blows
Cold biting skin
Down to the bone
Makeshift shelter
No comfort
No home
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Skid-Row

Ill chill wind blows

Cold biting skin

Down to the bone

Makeshift shelter

No comfort

No home

The storm is upon them

Sally-Ann is full

Living death

Way back when

Each person’s story

Is similar to a degree

Some sort of trauma

Bad luck befallen

Forced them to flee

Walking away

Death of their will

(Insert refrain)

Their spirit trapped

Within a vessel broken

Shattered lives

Purgatory’s kiss

Hiding from the past

Wandering death

Its embrace overpowers

The weak minded

Broken hearted

Down trodden, shredded

Lying upon the ground

waiting for their end

(Insert refrain)

Unable to cope

Begging for coins

Broken vessels all

Ambassadors of society

Unable to feel

Unable to see

Unable to heal

Unable to conceal

Left to fate

Life-less reality

They enter the void

All are equal on this path

(Insert refrain)

Welcome to Skid-Row

Refrain:

Welcome to Skid-Row

Nowhere to run

Welcome to Skid-Row

Nowhere to go

Welcome to Skid-Row

Nowhere to run

Welcome to Skid-Row

Nowhere to go