It’s the same thing over and over again
Bright lights, silhouettes, graves of the rain
Drink in the woes, shut out the pain
But she can’t stop, it drives her insane
Running through the fog; she can’t reach the other side
Running off a cliff; she’s empty inside
And the waves don’t call her home to rest forever more
Stuck in wisps of smoke with nothing to root for
But the words will guide her through chimes of the night
The words will linger to move her to the light
And they will whisper in her ear to fly
To the woven glades of life, up in the sky
And radiant suns beckon her into their embrace
Finally, the spirit of faith has found her place.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
It’s the same thing over and over again
Bright lights, silhouettes, graves of the rain
Drink in the woes, shut out the pain
But she can’t stop, it drives her insane
Running through the fog; she can’t reach the other side
Running off a cliff; she’s empty inside
And the waves don’t call her home to rest forever more
Stuck in wisps of smoke with nothing to root for
But the words will guide her through chimes of the night
The words will linger to move her to the light
And they will whisper in her ear to fly
To the woven glades of life, up in the sky
And radiant suns beckon her into their embrace
Finally, the spirit of faith has found her place.