bump bump bump

Soundness don't mind,
Being icy behind the blind,
So figure and find,
Alive in the mind,

To wonder not of needy,
To beg and plead  guilty,
In all honesty,
Noticed in blasphemy.

And then again faith chimes in,
Below the sounds get in,
Over the darkness of sin,
Into the light of vision when.

There goes the easy,
He come the time,
Nothing to ever free me,
Nothing so kind.

Something above,
Something below,
Something we know,
Sometimes we just go,

Bump Bump Bump..................

FTBAS 5.23.12