Bullet Proof
I try to pretend I am bullet proof,
got that hard face, but
just a gangster wannabe
a kid with a night light
and a fear of thunder strikes
but I feel the tears leaking through.
a nimbus cloud forms in the horizon
then rain comes which is seen by no one
cries of thunder that no one hears
lighting thundering out my deepest fears
Though they do not fall down my face.
I force the umbrella open
holey, bent, and very broken
but it cannot stop the torrent of emotion
I can espy your look of hate.
You're umbrella's seen the shower
and heard the thunder
in fact, it has torn asunder
It's the one I am giving you.
You rain on my parade
regurgitating the you this life has made
So, let's stop
and start something
new
That's why I am praying for you.
Also you can keep my pick
which says Jesus.