I. Quiet desperation.
The cry of a nation,
Fleeing from starvation,
Plagued by assimilation,
Rip tide current,
He shoots bullets from a turret,
Greater light through it

II. Quiet desperation,
Faceless bochrim pacing,
Fingernail clippings,
Facial hair trimmings,
Primping,
Getting dolled up.

III.
Conflicting desires,
I’m working,
I’m fighting,
I’m battling,
When I’m living truth,
I want to see truth.

IV.
Inspiration comes,
Inspiration goes,
Fanning the flames.

Seeking pleasure,
Removing censure,
Forbidden desire,
Frustration,
Quiet desperation.

V.
There’s love,
Calmness,
Answers.

It’s not my life,
I’m G-d’s son,
It’s G-d’s world,
I’m a fool of man,
I’m a child,
I know what I want,
But not what’s good.
I think that I can’t,
But really I could.

Yechi

MiYaD