Emmaus by Barney
Lost in Amber’s swirling mist of destruction and control
Where dreams die in the streams of distorted denial,
And glaring eyes dressed in the plastic cards of greed
Scans the frame of those lost in ignorant thoughts,
Wondering why they cradle hollow cans of poison
And stuttering mouths spit out a thousand excuses
To why they drift between different names of Amber
Isolated in the shadows of self hatred and anger
Where fleet footed civilians hold out caring hands,
But Amber invents dark images of negative desires
That sends loyal carers running to another world.
And dirt stained hands can crack open another can
That makes the mind think its in a happy state
But in reality Amber controls every image in the mind
Washed up and wasted in the fume filled parks of despair
And the cold winters wind echoes through battered frames
And as eyes scan the distant horizon, a flickering flame appears
That spreads hope through every vein of Amber’s control
And the fragile mind screams their feet in to action
For situations of denial have at last been unwrapped
So that today another difficult journey through life starts.
As the weary body stands at the green stained gates of hope
Silent tears caress the beaten and bloody frame,
For the chance to destroy the dark control of Amber
Has been handed down by strangers from a different design,
And though this place stands on the horizon of society
Its traditions have helped people defeat their fears
And all because the lost chose to walk the Emmaus way.
Where dreams die in the streams of distorted denial,
And glaring eyes dressed in the plastic cards of greed
Scans the frame of those lost in ignorant thoughts,
Wondering why they cradle hollow cans of poison
And stuttering mouths spit out a thousand excuses
To why they drift between different names of Amber
Isolated in the shadows of self hatred and anger
Where fleet footed civilians hold out caring hands,
But Amber invents dark images of negative desires
That sends loyal carers running to another world.
And dirt stained hands can crack open another can
That makes the mind think its in a happy state
But in reality Amber controls every image in the mind
Washed up and wasted in the fume filled parks of despair
And the cold winters wind echoes through battered frames
And as eyes scan the distant horizon, a flickering flame appears
That spreads hope through every vein of Amber’s control
And the fragile mind screams their feet in to action
For situations of denial have at last been unwrapped
So that today another difficult journey through life starts.
As the weary body stands at the green stained gates of hope
Silent tears caress the beaten and bloody frame,
For the chance to destroy the dark control of Amber
Has been handed down by strangers from a different design,
And though this place stands on the horizon of society
Its traditions have helped people defeat their fears
And all because the lost chose to walk the Emmaus way.