Brian Laidlaw

Poet | Songwriter | Educator

The way that i was made

 

What if I was a renegade,

What if I could walk on water?

What if I led the long parade

Of lambs to the slaughter?

 

I am not afraid to die, not afraid.

That’s the way that I was made,

I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid.

 

What if I sauntered into church

And stole the pulpit?

What if I left you in the lurch

And called you the culprit?

 

What if the cops rode into town

Making saintly offers,

And you caught them with their trousers down

And their hands in the coffers?

 

I am not afraid of god, not afraid.

That’s the way that I was made,

I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid.

 

What if the script of genesis

Was your high school yearbook?

What if you need a nemesis

To know how your own fears look?

 

What if my mouth gets overblown

With blood and spittle?

What if the gospel’s overthrown

By the news of our acquittal ?

 

What if I sit and piss and moan

While you play the fiddle?

 

What if I took a Sunday walk

And was taken prisoner?

What if our lord is mostly talk

And he’s a lousy listener?

 

Afternoons when I take a stroll,

I could almost frolic:

They say we’ll never make parole,

They say we’re diabolic,

 

            But I am not afraid of love, not afraid.

            That’s the way that I was made,

            I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid.

And I am not afraid to die,

I am not afraid to die, I’m not afraid.