Your nothing's always good enough,
But my all just won't suffice.
Once you were a gift to me,
Now I'm your sacrifice.
Yet still I keep on loving you,
Despite inflicted pain,
Believing that maybe my every loss,
Might be your only gain.
That I might be the hoist you need,
At one time or another,
I'd stop my heart so yours could beat,
The instinct of a mother.
But I have recently come to learn,
You must scale your own wall,
And I must stand off to the side,
And just watch you as you fall.
And that's so very hard for me,
But it's the only way you'll grow,
You are going the wrong way again,
But I must let you go.

When all the paths have narrowed, so slight they can't be seen,
And even when turning back around, I can't see where I've been,
And I'm only in the moment, the ticking of each hand,
No past recalled; no future thought, only just where I now stand,
That's when I feel the closest, to the maker of it all,
When I'm reminded how great he is, and that I'm so very small,
And that one day.... there will be no more tears,
That one day.... there will be no pain,
No more darkness, and no more death,
No evil and no rain.
Just because he chose to love me, even when I deserved no love,
And made me fresh and new again, with his spirit from above.
A spirit that now lives in me, and where it leads I'll go,
For the path that is invisible now, the Maker's sure to show.

Once again this morning
You awoke inside my head.
And instead of welcoming you,
I ushered you out instead.
But by noon you had returned,
And again you said, "Good day!"
But I had so very much to do,
I, in haste, sent you away!
By eventide again you came,
"Good evening," was your greet.
And as I finally had the time,
I eagerly took a seat.
And so we talked just you and I,
Of imaginary hours,
That we'd one day spend together,
Under trees, amongst the flowers.
And write each others words,
Two souls, in truth be one,
But then before I knew it,
The day? Well... it was done.
So once again I said goodbye,
And laid down in empty bed,
Hoping dreams would hide that you,
Were only in my head.

Ask of truth an anecdote....
For your sickened tongue is numb,
Unless you swallow fast enough,
You'll remain forever dumb.
Let loose the hon-es-ty you fail,
To hide behind those eyes,
Before I go completely deaf,
From all your silent lies.