Why It Kills Us To Compromise

BY BILL GABLE

there was no word of warning
it hit him one morning
he was still in the prime of his life
he took to his bed
with a terrible feeling
while the doctors were rushed to his side
some kind of voodoo curse
some dark aboriginal spell
too malignant to ever reverse
too abstract for the power of science to quell
they huddled around him
with pills and prescriptions
they filled up his head with advice
but they left him no cure
for the things he was seeing
that kept him awake every night

there isn't a medicine made
to put back the fire in your eyes
nobody knows why it kills us to compromise
there isn't a medicine made
to put back the fire in your eyes
nobody knows why it kills us to compromise

is it chemical, spiritual,
emotional, material,
the dye that we use on our hair
the creamer in coffee
that lowers our resistance
to something unseen in the air
how can the soul stand up
subjected to all this disease
from the day we drop dead on the street
to the prickly rash we develop
on the soles of our feet
no talking in tongues
no laying on of hands
no soaking the body in ice
can ever replenish
the vitamins lacking
that keep us on edge all our lives

there isn't a medicine made
to put back the fire in your eyes
nobody knows why it kills us to compromise
there isn't a medicine made
to put back the fire in your eyes
nobody knows why it kills us to compromise

Bill Gable's compositions are published and administered by Idle Speculation Music (ASCAP)

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