Pound My Chest

I pound my chest
1-2-1 check…
For the heart in my chest
Some things are hard to digest
Sometimes its hard to get rest
Sometimes its like I’m possessed
Can’t fly, a bird chained to its nest
Dreams locked up and under arrest
I pound my chest
1-2-1 check…
For the heart in my chest
Have I failed, or have I passed the test?
Am I of the worst, or am I of the best?
Searching for the light on this tiring quest
It can cause one to be highly stressed
And often feeling acutely depressed
I pound my chest
1-2-1 check

Pound to see if it works
Pound to see if it pumps
Pound so I keep going strong
Pound so I keep moving along

Wounds are fresh, and things are clear
Even though its now been years
Experiences bring us to new frontiers
Whether they involve joy or tears

I’ve built upon my past mistakes
Moved beyond friends that were fake
In the wrong lane, so I hit the brakes
Had to snap out of it and awake

I pound my chest
1-2-1 check…
For my heart that beats
My heart feels so incomplete
I’m becoming intolerant to the heat
Too many memories I’d like to delete
Too many experiences I wouldn’t repeat
I pound my chest
1-2-1 check…
For my heart that beats
Standing now on solid concrete
Wondering about the lies and deceit
Why did you take away the ground beneath?
If you were a friend… why did you retreat?
The dots of the stories fully meet
Walking alone through the lonely street
Some things are bitter, some things are sweet
I pound my chest
1-2-1 check

Just

Just came to give some company
Heard the grave is cold and lonely
Thought I'd come to say a prayer
To show that I still really care

If memories were a ladder
And tears were a lane
I'd go up to heaven
And bring you back again

Running after a world that flees
We live our lives so worry free
Forgetting we’re not here to stay
Buried and left to decay

Just read the situation's full update
Heard you can't afford a dinner plate
Thought I'd write it out and share
To show people you're in despair

If hope was a seed
And ambition was rain
I'd grow a field of crops
So you could eat again

We live within our happy bubble
Not helping others with their troubles
Forgetting our brothers in humanity
A shameful life of vanity

In a World

In a world of guided missiles
In a world of misguided men

Television is draining imagination
Media is enslaving a nation
Life is a competition, a ruthless race
Leaders are corrupt and without grace

Divided into many congregations
A political atmosphere of aberration
Sold out tyrants with motives deranged
Few believers willing to fight for change

In a world of guided missiles
In a world of misguided men

Used to harassment and interrogation
Shutting our mouths with hesitation
Quicker than lightning, bombs hit the ground
Most victims are buried, but some aren’t found

In need of help, but forgetting prostration
Closed hands from charitable donations
In difficult times God’s help we should seek
He will provide victory in a time so bleak

In a world of guided missiles
In a world of misguided men

As the pendulum of justice begins to swing
Oppressors keep trying to pull more strings
Don’t let mischief of the devil bring you down
For in a mighty river the pharaoh did drown

Keep up your fast and trust your prayer
There is an afterlife, so stay well aware
Though times change and society transforms
A true believer always weathers the storm

In a world of guided missiles
In a world of misguided men