The soul of a man was never here
There was never a judgement day
The seas never parted for sanctity
No dove soared over these skies
There was no path along the way
No dotted map mapped out
The road was never straight
And the going was never easy
I was never taught vowels to speak
Never held to stop the fall
My cuts were never cleaned
No wounds have ever healed
No grapes have ever grown here
The sky has never rained
Carrots have always stunted
No fruit truck ever stopped
There has never been love here
No kind touch from a woman’s hand
No laughter has ever sung here
No peace has ever been found