Dear Discipline by Zacchaeus Brasch

She comes hum-drum – hammer bang ya thumb hold ya tongue,
You’re in the moment of a heart check steady,
A lesson learned is a blessing,
She comes wayward son – drunken arrows target never stung,
You’re in the crosshairs of a ‘love-tap’ brother,
A sober heart is a blessing,

Dear Discipline, you don’t sing in the sweetest key,
But dear discipline, your song beckons ya children to come to thee.

She comes love stung – butterflies betrayed another one,
They told their friends you were a ‘love-struck’ loser,
A broken heart is a blessing,
She comes a daughter sprung – feathers in the wind the damage done,
You’re in the centre of a cyclone baby,
A rock bottom is a blessing,

Dear Discipline, you don’t sing in the sweetest key
But dear discipline, your song beckons ya children to come to thee.

She comes she’s never fun – never number one for anyone,
She don’t care about ya boot-straps sonny,
But, she knows the way home to blessing,
She comes she’s never fun – never out to ruin anyone,
She don’t care about ya high-heels honey,
But, she knows the way home to blessing,
Yeah, she knows the way home to blessing,
She knows the way home to blessing.

Dear Discipline, you don’t sing in the sweetest key
But dear discipline, your song beckons ya children to come to thee.

Come to thee.

• Country
• Easy
• Experimental
• Gospel
• Gordonvale