Greenbrook Square

It was an ordinary stroll on a ordinary morning
That my usual route took a curious turn
The bareness of dogwood trees ushered a warning
Of a trial ahead, of which I would endure

In the axis of a concrete cross
Near Greenbrook Square, I was soon to be caught

On the northern end was a man in a suit
On the eastern side was a man just the same
On the western path was another man, too
Three travelers with Bibles in hand
Three men stood there on Greenbrook Square

With a cocksure grin and a gleam in his eye
The northernmost man beckoned me to his side
We're selling the good word on this special day
I said no thank you, sir, I haven't much pay

He said, no need, son, ain't too hefty a price
Just a couple of nothings and a clean pair of eyes
I looked to the east and I looked to the west
I looked and I looked for to heed their behest

On the northern end was a man in a suit
On the eastern side was a man just the same
On the western path was another man, too
Three travelers with Bibles in hand
Three men stood there on Greenbrook Square

I briefly looked backed- couldn't hide my surprise
At the fourth Bible salesman on the southernmost side
So I gave them my nothings and I gave them my eyes
And I opened their book and I thumbed through a while

When I reached my destination, the sun was so bright
Reflecting in my vision a fiery white light
But I was blessed to have given my eyesight away
In exchange for my nothings, I had surely been saved

The trial adjourned with the death of my sight
So I buried my eyes in my Bible that night

On the northern end was a man in a suit
On the eastern side was a man just the same
On the western path was another man, too
Three travelers with Bibles in hand
Three men stood there on Greenbrook Square
Three men stood there on Greenbrook Square