May 10, 2007
And I’ve poured myself out a million times
all my words, all my thoughts, all my dreams
and I’ve stripped my heart bare of all power and dignity
to find nothing is as it seems
And I’ve been left alone with nothing at all
but the silence, scar tissue and sobs
and I’ve reached for his hand but he never saw
and I feel as if I have been robbed
I’m brittle and bleeding and dead but alive
I’m scraping and reaching and hearing the cries
of the people still living within these black walls
their eyes peering through as I walk down the halls
We’re desperate for difference, we settle for peace
as we pursue happiness, sorrows increase
we stretch for each other and unity’s bond
lock fingers together to make us feel strong
Futility this life has offered to us
depleted and empty and void of all trust
I’ve scratched at my surface and yanked out the roots
of the lies in my heart, and the too painful truths
And I’ve lived far too long in nonsensical pain
I look in Your eyes now and lose everything
And I’m not who I was and I’ve fallen apart
and I’m grateful to hand You my soft, broken heart
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