The Day I Walk Away

It won’t be seen
To human eye
Without interest keen
I will be the same guy

Heat but no fire to be woke
Image of ashes come to thought
It will seem like a joke
Flames then suddenly the man’s not hot
No matter how much you shuffle and poke

It won’t be the fault of the hypocrite
The about face will be hard to understand
It won’t be an outward deficit
Twill be business as usually planned

It won’t be the fault of the adulterer
Or the apparent weak sermon
On the day I may even be the preacher
It won’t be visible in person

It will be a simple decision
Maybe the small choice
Won’t be dripping dramatic emotion
But ignoring the still small voice

It used to say “holier, holier still”
Then you ceased to pray for me
And that voice I decided to kill
You ceased to pray for me
And didn’t know the result until
Heaven has an empty place that I was meant to fill

It won’t be so obvious
The day I turn away
But it will leave curious
Did you have a role to play?

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