Blessed Are the Ones

Blessed are the ones who have labored to rise
Above the land they once owned
Shut up their dreams as if cut down to size
But winds mother nature’s blown
Blessed are the ones who’ve walked the wrong path
With much regret in their eye
May they grow wings may they learn how to laugh
Teach themselves how to fly
Shakespeare was God’s own favorite playwright
Arthur Rimbaud was God’s own drunk
Some make an art out of stage fright
Others make art out of junk
Blessed are the ones who were born of good fortune
Lived with the burden of guilt
Let them possess, may they share their excess
Cover such need like a quilt
Rembrandt was God’s own favorite painter
He died broke and nameless before his time
God kept his best work on retainer
So one day the world could see him shine
Yeah…
Blessed are the ones who gave up long ago
Stripped of their will to ignite
May they renew what they once lived up to
Reclaim their freedom to fight
Judas was God’s own favorite turncoat
David was God’s own favorite king
Gabriel was God’s own favorite blue note
The circle of life, his favorite ring
Blessed are the ones who’ve sailed across the oceans
To extend their simple beliefs
Blessed are the ones who’ve died in crusades
That stirred a vision of peace
Blessed are the ones who’ve died in crusades
That stirred a vision of peace