The Shouting Man

Wished he was the man he thought he was and not who he turned out to be Wished the mirror would tell a lie and not reveal the things he sees Life's just waves of struggle dreams dashed upon the rocks It's the choices you had or didn't make as you contemplate the ticking of the clock Can you help him can you save him the shouting man Standing in his kingdom shouting at the clouds to give the moon a chance Can you help him can you save him this worn out man A short fuse of frustration drowns out the pleas that call for romance If children are our future then he's the plan who's path is made The push of sons and daughters kicking up dirt to find there way Holding on for dear life as they set the pace of an express train Learned enough about himself he's shouting to releive the strain You who believe in gods above but neglect mere mortals on the ground Bound to some religion only hearing one voice one sound Within these walls of righteousness place your hands over the cracks It's the sound of worlds falling in its every tired worn out shouting man