When the curtain goes down, and the audience goes home,
That is often the worst time for a gifted artist to be alone,
For he can touch his vises, sit on an imaginary throne,
Be admired by millions, still feel so very wrong,
But if he remembers who it was that gave him the gift
To pack Woodstock and allowed him to lift
The conscience level of many whose spirit seemed adrift
He would look up to the Father and never take the filth
He would just get on the phone, realize that he's not alone
Dial GOD's number and say Father please help your child
SLY STONE...Praying for you Bro!
©2011 Thomas L. White III
That is often the worst time for a gifted artist to be alone,
For he can touch his vises, sit on an imaginary throne,
Be admired by millions, still feel so very wrong,
But if he remembers who it was that gave him the gift
To pack Woodstock and allowed him to lift
The conscience level of many whose spirit seemed adrift
He would look up to the Father and never take the filth
He would just get on the phone, realize that he's not alone
Dial GOD's number and say Father please help your child
SLY STONE...Praying for you Bro!
©2011 Thomas L. White III
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