True North
by Brianna Lane (February or so…2005)
We were angels
Caught in a windstorm
We lost our halos
We lost our true north, our reason
Didn’t know who we were watching
We were wearing
Blue jeans and leather
We were riding
Through the deserts, the badlands
Didn’t know who we were watching
We were shouting
Jesus saves you
But no one listened
To the preaching, the worship
They’re doing fine without us
On a good day
We could be cacti
All in full bloom
Flowers head high, but hurting
We didn’t know who we were helping
All the dirt roads
All that was good
All the hymnals
All lead to sainthood, and heaven
We didn’t know if we were helping
I was a lost soul
With songs and Bibles
I provided
All the guidance and safety
But they’re doing fine without me
These are our last days
They walk in good faith now
The earth beneath them
Is what holds them, with big love
They’re doing fine without us
We were angels
Caught in a wind storm
We lost our halos
We lost our bibles
We lost our hymnals
We lost our true north
We lost our true north