You are a mountain and you're casting shadows on waves
Keeping your head above water
That I'm drowning under unsaved
Friction-less voices all coming to surface my grave
I am a ghost under the burning sun
I'm a slave
This isn't therapy
When they're pushing words
And shoving me into the dirt
To cover me and leave me hurt
Their punishing only makes it worse
You are a mountain and I'm seeking shelter from rain
Tossing the stones aside, I'm running from all the pressure and pain
Guide me back to the path I once walked before going insane
My mind sank in the sea when I sought to resurface again
I was carted away by the coldest of hands
Set astray to be picked cleaned of impure demands
But sanctuary should never be a barren land
A broken shelter and untouched miles of desert sand
This isn't therapy
They're pushing words and shoving me
Into the dirt to cover me
And leave me hurt
Their questioning only makes it worse
You are a mountain and I'm bathed in shadows you've cast
Back down from heaven
I'm learning to let go of past
Cloaked in your darkness I do not mind walking through glass
I'm learning to never trust love when it comes by too fast
This isn't therapy, but
You are a mountain
And my saving thread.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 12:09 AM UTC
You are a mountain and you're casting shadows on waves
Keeping your head above water
That I'm drowning under unsaved
Friction-less voices all coming to surface my grave
I am a ghost under the burning sun
I'm a slave
This isn't therapy
When they're pushing words
And shoving me into the dirt
To cover me and leave me hurt
Their punishing only makes it worse
You are a mountain and I'm seeking shelter from rain
Tossing the stones aside, I'm running from all the pressure and pain
Guide me back to the path I once walked before going insane
My mind sank in the sea when I sought to resurface again
I was carted away by the coldest of hands
Set astray to be picked cleaned of impure demands
But sanctuary should never be a barren land
A broken shelter and untouched miles of desert sand
This isn't therapy
They're pushing words and shoving me
Into the dirt to cover me
And leave me hurt
Their questioning only makes it worse
You are a mountain and I'm bathed in shadows you've cast
Back down from heaven
I'm learning to let go of past
Cloaked in your darkness I do not mind walking through glass
I'm learning to never trust love when it comes by too fast
This isn't therapy, but
You are a mountain
And my saving thread.
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