When  we  reach  the holy  mountain , beyond the crystal sea,
Then we'll sing the songs of Zion , of highest themes they be,
There we see the Holy Father , unseen by other men,
The unsearchable  riches in Zion are within our ken.

I long to be ready to meet Him when He comes,
I long for the rapture to meet Him in the air,
Oh, I want to see the glory and hear Him say "Well done",
For I long to be ready to meet Him , When He appears.

She stood facing
the fading sunlight.
High on a windy hill
so beautiful and serene.
She told me
she was a fallen angel.
And her wings
had been taken away.
She said she would
teach me how to fly one day.
high over the thermals
with mountain tops below.
It was a sad
yet beautiful untruth.
She held out her arms
and enfolded me in them.
The beautiful fallen angel
with the sunlit hair
and eyes as blue
as a summer sky.
the only one
who can make
my lonely heart sing.

Whenever I look at the sky,
I used to smile.
I used to lay in the grass,
and stare for a while.

But with all this pain,
and all this hatred.
I often think about how,
I feel dead.

I used to dance in the clouds,
and laugh all the time.
Now I just sit and think to myself,
only being able to rhyme.

I think of the future and the past,
and everything in between.
Of all the things I want,
most is my slate to be clean.

I sit and think about demons,
not bothering about angels.
I flip my coin and throw it,
my wish down my well.

every
grain of sand
that
flows through
the
palm of
our hands
the
galaxy knows

A shadow of someone I used to be;
Still fit the silhouette but inside fade.
Stuck down here in the darkness I can't see,
The person standing in the light of day.
That girl who loved the world and life the same,
And threw her heart at everyone she knew,
Guess I can just about recall her name.
It seems like who she was just can't break through,
Those walls that minds put up in times of doubt,
And when that's all there is, sunlight can't help.
Blind eyes get desperate finding their way out,
Back to life in this world I might call hell.

A shadow of someone I used to know,
Without the light, one can't begin to grow.

I always thought that I couldn’t live without you
But I’m learning to cope
One faded picture
One matchstick
At a time

crying to you was my only relief

and when you cried with me I felt like we were in this together

but then you said "I'm going to push you away" with tears streaming down your face and in your shaking voice

I couldn't cry myself out of relief

and I tried to touch you and you wouldn't resist but you wouldn't touch me back

I knew you wanted to but you thought you were doing me a favor

"you deserve better, I'm just going to be a loser" "I don't want that for you"

"you would never be a loser in my eyes" I whispered unclear

there was so many times that you would pull me close to you

but here wasn't the case

I'm out of tears now, I'll go through the motions but nothing will come out

I just want to talk to you
but you "don't want anyone to care about you"

"I don't understand" I cry
and you never said anything back to that

cause deep down you don't understand yourself either