see, there are no lines in the face of your soul
no Time that can pass like time weathering bones
it’s all so internal, incredible Truth
The Hands of The Clock that are carrying you
may hope they are bringing be hope you receive
when passes your person, you die as a seed
that falls on the soil of Life and not death
Eternally growing, Eternally breath

the first time I was taken I was walking in my sleep
and I would not return this able body back to me
the second time it happened they broke every single bone
and left me with the notion I would always be alone
the number three pervaded every feeling I had left
they followed me inside and by the cunning of their theft
debauchery proceeded to the point of no return
my body caught on fire and I watched the embers burn
the final fourth was coming to devour something more
the soul inside a body that I once had claimed before
and this is where I end the tale of years and of their wolves
was spared my life to tell it to the wise and to the fools

I’m tired in my body, I am restless in my soul
and everywhere I look I see the ruin of it all
the valleys being eaten and the people falling down
the voices in the fire screaming evermore the loud
and just as I begin to feel the heat of all the noise
I chase the sound of gratitude and mark it as my choice
I choose to be a Maker of whatever I can make
I choose the side of battlecries against the side of hate
the More You Are the less I am, so let it always be
I need You more than anything and everything I see

there’re so many patterns inside of this world
the blooming of nature, m   i g  r a  t   i o n of birds
and all of them mirror a Face we can’t see
yet with our whole being embrace when we breathe

and if we are patient and if we are kind
we will be returned every piece of our sight
to trace every pattern back into our hearts
the eye of our body’s most powerful part

sometimes I feel like my days are estranged
like Time disconnects me in every way
from that which I’m doing wherever I am
so I become one with the hourglass sand

my body is laying its hands on my soul
my thoughts are elusive, they come & they go
I focus my energy carefully now
yet wander as much as I’ve ever known how

my dreams carry rhythms that challenge my strife
they put me to death then they bring me to life
and what I’m left seeing and feeling is this:
the more I am present, the less I exist

I’m crawling on all fours to reach a Light that’s fading fast
while everything behind me strikes my bones into the past
the strength it takes to move resembles Weakness come on High
a struggle unrelenting with a reason in its eye
the longer I can stay here in a stare with Life itself
the more a chance I have to breathe another single breath
the back of me is ruin so let onward be my gain
The Hope in me is stronger than the cause of all my pain