Sunday, December 22, 2013

There are objects of affection that can mezmerize the soul...


I want to love God but I'm only a gunslinger
Weighed down beneath the unending pressure.
Desperate for hope as I carry the fire
Beyond every hill to light up each spire.

It's cold at the top so race down the steep
and take hold my hand as we dash from the peak
The wind cuts to the bone so sharp in your sleep
so stay with me now as we follow our feet

Run through the valley bearing your load
while overcast skies line the sides of the road.
Though your bundle be bright and your struggle be old
Leave us enough to just crack the code.

Lower the rod and they'll take the bait
Slowly as we're made into something great.
Take stock of my eye and take the path straight
While suddenly both of our hands start to shake.

Sinking sand melody, show me where to start.
Burning bush eternity, rekindle my heart.
I'll rustle up courage, I'll show off my scar
If only to catch just one glimpse of that spark.

We've got far yet to go, and our road will be steep
but I 'll stay by your side as we race to the peak,
The wind cuts to the bone so sharp in your sleep
so stay with me now as we follow our feet.





"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."