I have let myself go
No more haircuts
No more make-up
Just all natural
Like a wild woman
Minus the fun
Still Mourning
over you
It seems like
It will
never end

Remember when I told you
I could blend in
anywhere.
Another Lie.
You see,
I'm really not
the modern type.
I saw all your
nifty antiques.
I didn't think
you were modern either.
Guess I was wrong.

I use to wonder
how we came
to be
Sitting there
beneath
a willow tree

When I was young
I learned of Jesus
When we die
If we're good
there would be
Endless days
within the sky

Not understanding
who God was
Would he come
as almighty
or be a human
That
of love

Within
the darkened eyes
Spoke
the biggest
lies

Now knowing
who I am
Of human
where I stand
As God
shines through us
We are
within
his blood

Through each
strand
of DNA
Shows us
that we are
the divine
his Holy Grace