In my darkest days I still had you Christ
Regardless the torment bestowed upon me
No moment of torture was as great
As the peace of you with me in those days
It is but by your grace
That the most unknown souls to you, God
Are called to show the most devout of men
The true light of you, Christ
And the hypocrisy of our ways
What mischief complacency creates
Has been my saving grace
Some lost souls need be home to start again
Finding their way by their own hands
But not I Lord
When I pass and the faithful are sorted
Pride shall not laugh, for I will be
One of the devoutly departed

Written by: Brock Anthony Ventura

Stale rain kissed upon our weathered souls
Watering our yearning for freedom’s light
The new day woke to quiet morning’s cold
The winds of change spoke our freedom flight
Night was peaceful in its content bliss
Sailing upon star lit sky’s trusted guide
Scared of the day our homeward hearts missed
The melody of our songs abide
Times would turn within the caged bars of steel
Prisoned by misconceptions tainted tool
Different tongues struggled for us to heal
The twisted tyranny of blue coat’s fool
Courts held no ear to our passioned claims
We, property of their now treasured names

Written by: Brock Anthony Ventura