Bethlehem Beach Bashful Boasting Poem by Al J. Cuesta

Far between my fears forgotten,
Behind masks made by the guilty ones,
She asked me if what I thought was what i'm thinking
N' freedom flashed through sands of forgotten sorrows
That sunk long ago neath the sailors tide 

Neath the captains child, my bride

Neath every single fish that she saw swimming
N' in the beaches of Bethlehem I heard bashful boasting

Through the golden burning sundowns,
From the city shore we could watch,
Every single star that fell through night as we were singing
N' freedom flashed through sands of forgotten sorrows
Sorrows made from long gone anger

Sorrows hidden ‘neath gallows of deceit 

Sorrows full of wisdom that have now changed to a heroes feat
N' in the beaches of Bethlehem I heard bashful boasting

Walking by the earthly trails of stone,
We shared tales made up from wine fed words,
And a drop of diamonds in our cup that made us instantly seek turns,
N' freedom flashed through sands of forgotten sorrows
That echoed through tight walls of rain

Made by angels tolling for the saints
Cracking church bells as they passed by until tomorrow
N' in the beaches of Bethlehem I heard bashful boasting

Shouting at walls made from their mended laughs,
We climbed rocks made from our broken shackles,
That remind us that the end is not just for us,
N' freedom flashed through sands of forgotten sorrows
Painted by the gifted painter

Written by the crying poet in the gutter
Raked by the gardener who knows not how to climb up any higher,
N' in the beaches of Bethlehem I heard bashful boasting

In deep beneath the masks of pain,
The masks that hide us from our rain,
The masks that show not how we feel but make us distant,
Freedom flashed through sands of forgotten sorrows
Freedom that was not empty,
Freedom that never comes for free, 

But a freedom we felt under our feet n' below our knees,
N' in the beaches of Bethlehem I heard bashful boasting

Society seems not to care for religion

Seems not to want us to share

Seems like everybody crazy is turning up everywhere 

But still freedom flashed through sands of forgotten sorrows
Like a blue breeze in the summer

Like a white wave rolling in

Like her red lips gently whispering sweet words above my hips

N' in the beaches of Bethlehem I heard bashful boasting