THE LIGHT BENEATH THE BUSHEL Humility was not an option Survival, that came first Hunger, life or death, raw hunger And oh my God the thirst When one of you gets worshipped And the other one ignored A kid don’t understand So what do I do oh Lord If I shine, I must be careful For when I shine too bright I get levelled back to ground And that ain’t fair or right And what becomes a son Of the father who he holds So high upon a pedestal Through his younger days and old While he’s scared of being little And belittled when he’s big He'll land all bent and broken In a hole they both will dig And trust betrayed and shattered In a game of mice and men Light a fire under both boys And watch what happens then One with love and kindness The other fears it all One who rides a giant And one who takes the falls One who rides on shoulders And one kicked square in the balls One, the favoured Son And one who who takes the fall One who rides the night And one kicked in the damn balls One who walks on water And one who took the fall
