“The Sowers and the Reapers”
(Lyrics By Gerald Logan)
( Verse 1 )
For twenty long years I’ve walked this road,
Chasing relief from the weight of the load.
A pill for the pain, a script to renew,
Each dose a promise that never came true.
( Verse 2 )
The doctors—the sowers with hands open wide,
Planting their seeds where my suffering hides.
With white coats and charts, they whisper with ease,
“This will help… just take it now, please.”
( Chorus )
The sowers still plant, the reapers still steal,
Turning my wounds into something they deal.
I’m caught in a system of profit, not grace,
Just a ghost in the mirror with no saving face.
( Verse 3 )
The insurance reapers stand tall at the gate,
Counting the costs, deciding my fate.
They harvest the dollars, they ration my breath,
While I beg for mercy still dancing with death.
( Verse 4 )
A cycle unbroken, a tether too tight,
Numb in the morning, awake in the night.
I reach for salvation but fall through the cracks,
Bound by a need that keeps pulling me back.
( Chorus )
The sowers still plant, the reapers still steal,
Turning my wounds into something they deal.
I’m caught in a system of profit, not grace,
Just a ghost in the mirror with no saving face.
( Bridge )
They call me weak, they say it’s my fault,
But they built this prison and fastened the vault.
Twenty years wasted, my soul torn apart,
Trading prescriptions for pieces of heart.
( Chorus)
The sowers still plant, the reapers still steal,
Turning my wounds into something they deal.
I’m caught in a system of profit, not grace,
Just a ghost in the mirror with no saving face.
( Outro )
And the sowers keep sowing, the reapers still reap,
I’ve given them blood, I’ve given them sleep.
But I’ll fight for a life they can never erase,
Even a ghost still cries out for grace.
