High Ground

All around me there is some serious griping
troubled souls in need of well-meant hyping,
sometimes it can really get me down,
that's when I head for the high ground.

Some get a kick out of dishing despair,
then act as if they never care;
so the only way I can turn it around,
is when I head for the high ground.

I care not for gossip or righteous stories,
for in such vain things there is no glory,
and nay, I do not wear a crown,
but simply step up, toward high ground.

I could follow a simpler road,
I could lie, and treat people cold,
but all of that would bring me down,
when I'd rather head for high ground.

and I'd really rather not get stuck
in useless misery and self-made luck,
no, in someone's muck I'll not lie down,
Lord, lift my feet toward high ground.

Perhaps it's a road less traveled on,
but my real friends know I'm never gone,
for they're with me, standing all around,
when we travel toward high ground.

©KRJ
19 December 1999