Let it Be

It hurts...when you hear selective lies.
It hurts....when fingers get pointed, even when you're right.
It hurts.....when the shit comes from scum.
And it hurts...when you're too dumbstruck for words.

You compromise in life, 'coz you can't have it all.
Build a cocoon in your head
a storm shelter that has it's bounds.
A retreat or a black hole, depending on the signs of the times
Yet, Bliss, salve or refuge....this fragile cocoon.

Encroachers trample and flay you
and the bile starts to rise.
Why? for heaven's sake is morality so biased
that sinners hold sway shouting from the tree-tops
and fence sitters lap it up... grinning either way.

And the cocoon wraps fresh strands around.
Another experiential misery, you'd like to block out.
Why? Tell me why, must it be this way!!
Just wanted a life. Never put anybody in harms way.
Can't be who I wanna be
without stepping on a few toes....unconsciously.

When I find myself in times of trouble
I reach into my cocoon seeking release,
speaking words of wisdom
Let It Be.
And in my hour of darkness
There is still a light that I see
Whispering words of wisdom
Let It Be.