This lyric is: #507

Sometimes My Imagination Wins
copyright 2001 Brooks Allen

“The good seed and the bad seed get watered just the same.
One grows into poison; one into medicine.
One kills you with a touch; the other can save your life.
The rain falls and covers the land, flows down the river and out to the seven seas.”
Says the man of the cloth on TV.
Well-meaning words are meaningless to me.
Words that cheer for both sides and I’m on neither team.
I shut my ears, and close my eyes, and look down deep within.
I see good and the fruit it bears. I see the rest for what it is.
I feel the rain falling from the sky and I know that it waters me.
Yes, sometimes my imagination wins.

“Let’s fight for this minor charged with murder in the first degree.
He’s too young for prison, and let’s stop the death penalty.
And to the family of the victim, we are sad for you.
Things happen for a reason. Have faith, be strong, and accept your destiny.”
Says the student at the courthouse rally.
Well-meaning words are meaningless to me.
Words that cheer for both sides and I’m on neither team.
I shut my ears, and close my eyes, and look down deep within.
I look over a peaceful land and the rally that I see.
Are people seeking justice for victims and their families.
Yes, sometimes my imagination wins.

“You must learn how to grieve; let him go once and for all.
His killer’s freedom you won’t accept. You live in denial.
You are angry. You feel cheated. Closure is what you need.
You have wasted many years living for the day when they bring your brother’s case to trial.”
Says the twenty-something therapist to me.
Well-meaning words are meaningless to me.
Words that cheer for both sides and I’m on neither team.
I shut my ears, and close my eyes, and look down deep within.
And I look out of my window and I see what I want to see.
Little brother walking up the front yard, coming back home again.
Yes, sometimes my imagination wins.
Yes, sometimes my imagination wins.



[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-03-2002).]