This poem may not be your cup of tea…a bit wordy..thoughts?

It’s funny how the most simplest things turn so wrong,
Like you’ve got a melody but no chords to fill the song.
Cause we are all books but our covers are different,
But the only thing that matters are the words inside.
But it’s a shame because too many only look at the cover,
Cause this world has grown lazy to learn to discover.

How bout I take you back to my place so we can sit down,
And talk about all the feelings that keep sending us frowns.
I will go and grab a bucket and fill it up with my tears,
So you can have a taste and see the pain I’ve had in my years.
But your to selfish you see it’s you who wont take a sip,
You will rather be the one who grabs the hearts and rips.

You don’t believe that these ghosts still live among us,
You believe that God brings us to heaven on a bus.
Well life’s not easy and you like to keep it that way,
Instead of a lending a hand you always got something to say.
Well this is the day when the weak become the strong,
And we have our arms linked together for forty miles long.

So I will saddle up on polar bears and go into this Battle,
You see this God you call your own is treating you like cattle.
Don’t follow in the footsteps of a man whose done no wrong,
Make your own damn foot prints so you kids can follow along.
But you wont, your stubborn and you don’t give a sh*t,
So you let in the wonders of God he knows you wont resist.

What a fake….
Amber…sure go ahead if you like it