Save Me From Myself

Save Me From Myself

Writing books that no one reads

New ideas that no-one needs

Composing songs, no-one sings

A lost guitar with broken strings

In the fast lane moving slow

Stagnant rivers that refuse to flow

A broken clock that just won't tick

The glue that binds but never sticks

Save me, save me, save me from this hell

Save me, save me, save me from myself

An oracle that doesn't know

A farmer with no seed to sew

A lone voice lost on the wind

Holy men that love to sin

Another speaker lost for words

A symphony never heard

Angels with broken wings

Church bells that never ring

Save me, save me, save me from this hell

Save me, save me, save me from myself

All dressed up, nowhere to go

No substance, all top show

A land of plenty that doesn't feed

The poorest with the greatest needs

The words are empty, no content

Hollow promise, real contempt

Hardened hearts that never bleed

Leaders that should never lead

Save me, save me, save me from this hell

Save me, save me, save me from myself

Copyright Simon Collier 2024