Left handed son where have you gone? 
Have you went down to the valley of death? 
Last time I saw you 
your neck was red from the gallows rope 
Peeled back raw like an apple’s flesh 
Do you walk amongst the shadows 
The light inside you dancing past your lips 
playing kindling against the shades 
like winters chill on hot breath 
Now no longer your brothers keeper 
No more than your Father’s seeker 
Out of step with the world’s meter  [bad word] between the metronome’s clicks 
Dagger drawn 
Face of flint 
No longer the goat outside the pen 
You shake the dust of the world from your heels 
With each departing step 
You found the human race isn’t won with honest strides 
It’s fleet footed vulpes double backs 
sleight of hand in sheepish guise 
Because 
There’s no holy glow in the television screens 
no divine prophecy in the magazines 
Stopped subscribing long ago to what they’re trying to sell me 
Trying to soar like a seraphim rise to my feet 
Cus patience breeds confidence 
Wisdom brings restraint 
Tie my own hands together 
knowing my enemies have no stake in my fate 
nowadays it’s only to martyrs that I can relate 
Blood seeds of the willing planted in that concrete 
You can Call it Highpower if you wish 
But I just call it divine justice with no risk 
We all serve a master 
just a question of on which altar you sit 
So get the bricks 
get the mortar and 
Take your pick 

Joshua Miller: 
Left Handed Son where have you gone? 
Left Handed Son find your way back home. 

Always thought myself to be a middle child of history 
No beginning no ending to the cacophonic litany 
The world’s vindictive rhythm dictated decisions 
Ending in a deadening of my being 
by the age of 16 
lack of vision made me want the pity of an early death 
Newton said it best 
An object at rest stays at rest 
Felt for my whole life I had slept 
Putting the first law to the test 
Prayed for a miracle [bad word] 
a black sheep out of step 
So now I straddle cultures 
Korean born American raised outside of ethnic [bad word] 
Found my worth wasn’t by merit 
Rather an inherent inheritance 
Thanks to the One who created us from dust 
Thus I stand 
Forever a left handed son 

Joshua Miller: 
Left Handed Son where have you gone? 
Left Handed Son find your way back home.