if I were a slave to desire
I’d till every person I grow
I’d wrap myself up in a secret
and make it sound like one to know
I’d hide any signs of my sadness
and mask every burden I bind
you’d think I was being transparent
but I’d be deceiving your mind

(see)

desire has some way of turning
the people it torments - to graves
but even the bones have a story
and it is what keeps you awake
the rest in your body is smothered
The Truth has no place in your heart
and now that you’re being transparent  
you’re finally falling apart

there’re so many phrases belonging to Time
yet somehow the ages defile Its rhyme
defining them new ways and challenging Truth
as if it were possible even to do
a meaning created by One and for all
can never be threatened or made to be false
we’ll only be crippled in every way
by trying to change what the Maker has made
so let us be humbled and yield to the Words
that wake up our human and sing to be heard

see, there is a place where the clock doesn’t count
on every second The Time’s giving out
where Always is final yet tends to be shown
as some kind of present you couldn’t have sown
whatever was given to you in your hands
is what will be tested by God become Man
and if you have nothing but seconds and thirds
you’ll be like the king who was fed to the birds

she put her bed in bags of three the color white as snow
went higher than the mind can go and shackled up her soul
and there I was interpreting each mumble in her mouth
believing there was Grace enough to pull her person out
say who am I to reason with another human mind?
when every single second has already been defined
but what if Time has left us all a single open door?
where Mercy is a season reigning always, evermore
there’s more than just a difference every one of us can make
when need becomes the center and the reason we’re awake

The Root of every story is the one I hope to hear
the one that has been buried ‘neath a world without an ear
[‘cause every noise is nothing but a clinical decay
and everyone’s on something while believing they’re okay]
the Words toward which I gravitate are not some passersby
I wait for them like Water pouring down from rainy skies
and every time I hear them, You I glorify again
The Source of every root I have, the Miracle Himself

my skin’s becoming nothing and my body’s falling off
I’m something I have never been, much more than what I was
I’m reaching higher altitudes and talking to the stars
and every single one of them has asked me where You are
I summoned all the strength I had - in Spirit and in Truth
and told them of the depths to which I’ve come to know of You
You’re nothing like the others, You can’t even be compared
You’re every Hallelujah that I didn’t know was there
If anybody calls me to be anywhere but here
I’ll walk away in silence and completely  disappear