John Michael Sellers - The Other Side

You really come to learn
That you're your fathers own
It's the waving of my hands
I'm a product of my home

Adolescence, wasn't there more?
Mother said I grew tall
They're getting smaller, innocence, propriety
All the frames to the doors

I've seen the other side
Both a right and a wrong
Churches selling me Sunday euphoria
My neighbor found his personal Jesus
Mowing his lawn

It was watching her breath
Dwindle to none
What have I done, what have I left
With the setting of my sun

I suppose you want the truth
Something tangible to touch
Sometimes trust will bring you hell
Sometimes it's more than enough

I've seen the other side
Both a right and a wrong
Churches selling me Sunday euphoria
My neighbor found his personal Jesus
Mowing his lawn

I wish that there was nothing
Or ah forevermore

I've seen the other side
Both a right and a wrong
Churches selling me Sunday euphoria
My neighbor found his personal Jesus
Mowing his lawn

Written by:
John Sellers

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