White Disciple

Said the White Disciple when he sent for me "It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be But your life is pointless unless it sets you free" So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free It was at the fountain where water gathered We had found Roman signs on the paths behind But to my spiritual brother, I remain spiritually blind Until my Venetian blinds was left beihind Reeling me in My soul full of sin My bowl full of gin Replace it with white wine Said the White Disciple when he sent for me "It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be But your life is pointless unless it sets you free" So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free Now when the other boys walked by I learned to call out to them Saying to my older brother, "I recognize him" "Yes, younger brother, won't you please come in? Sit down for a while; cross your legs for a while And hold your hand in while I read you a lesson From 1993, yes Younger brother, won't you listen to me And the words of the master?" Said the White Disciple when he sent for me "It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be But your life is pointless unless it sets you free" So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free Now the boy was bright like a burning cinder He was young, like all the good martyrs have been The crimes of his childhood burn in him like a fever The dreams of his youth ready to be fenced in ... Yes, but the little boy was faster We awoke one morning in the dharma house In Krishna's temple, the cathedral's crypt And found a note where his shoes had slipped In a sloppy, right-handed, new Roman script And shit—do you know what it said? It said, "Masters, masters, forgive me please I don't want you to feel lonely But the fruit is still ripening on the tree And if it's not for you How could it be for me? Yes if it's not for you, how could it be for me— If I was born?" Said the White Disciple when he sent for me "It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be But your life is pointless unless it sets you free" So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free