David Cleveland Poems

Who am I if I'm not me?
I'm not blind, but I still can't see.
Here's a hint, I'm not a clown.
Another hint, I make no sound.
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Faith is believing without seeing.
Knowing that God is real.
It's knowing about His commandments.
Especially the one that says not to kill.
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I know what it's like to be lost.
Trying to get back at any cost.
It won't be easy; you'll have to fight.
Listen to God, and walk toward the light.
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It was His blood that washed over me.
It was His blood that set me free.
It was His body that took my pain.
We can't let His sacrifice go in vain.
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My heart is heavy, my spirit broken.
My life is passing, as I lay there choking.
As each breath shortens, I don't fight for air.
I know I'm dying, I just don't care.
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I've lived a long life with much sin.
How do I change it? Where do I begin?
Riding motorcycles, for forty-plus years.
So many drugs, and thousands of beers.
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Is life a lie, or a bunch of dreams?
A make-believe world, that's not what it seems.
I dreamed last night, that I killed a man.
I didn't use a gun, I did it by hand.
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This man walked up and put a gun to my head.
He said do as I say, or you will be dead.
So I started thinking, if I had one more goodbye.
I would say these things before I die.
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Most miracles you really don't see.
The mountains, the ocean, a ten-thousand-year-old tree.
The birth of a baby, the smell of a flower.
Or taking a walk in a warm April shower.
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A soft drizzling rain on a warm summer night.
It makes you feel calm, it makes everything right.
You look at your lady, no need to speak.
The connection you have is really unique.
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