Charles

Like a bum for a ride,
I'll take what I get where I'm at,
I never know who or what's inside -
see I carry this bloody bat.
I've been beaten and scarred
and I question my purpose.
I am a drifter, love
one day you'll learn this.

Sometimes my mind rhymes kindly;
words flow clear through me.
I'm a poet, an artist, a saint.
But lately, my brain feels dirty,
from all of these bludgeons
and I'm bruising easily.

So there must be another way
to get through to healing -
I tried praying to God,
my breath stops at the ceiling
'cause I'm inadequate
to convey what I'm feeling.
Bring in the Holy Ghost
to interpret its meaning.

And he translates:
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Mutter mumblings to
Hallelujah!