I just woke up in wonder staring at my wall Is this what they call falling if they speak at all? What is freedom in Jesus? How far does it span? I am
When I was just eleven, I died and rose again - a symbol to transcend the watery grave. There the cup uncovered, I shone the light within - the radiance
Broken arms of quiet stillness tend to cover me Banished echoes of my soul Careful polish makes the edges seem much sharper But the rust inside still
Today, the sky was mocking as she spat upon my face I woke up ten past should've been - here, repentance without grace Sixteen hundred years ago, a man
I stare at the cross hanging on my wall. It's just a memory of days which are behind me The colours blend though violence of lenses of the recess of
Tripping on the cost of forgiveness and rountrip flight from stubborness to prideful as hell Up front and sideways with two words spare (How much can
Wait, wait for something, for something. Wait, wait for something, for something. The days come back and I am silent to the memories of my mind. Regret
Misunderstood like a prom queen, keep on saying what you don't mean as they watch as you go out the door and in the door and out the door. You've got
