Since all things are inside,
I am the miner of my own mind.
Digging through not just to dig but searching to find-
by traveling through the dark night of the soul, and rediscovering truths that were covered up by lies from His-story that's been told.
Oh of all the things one could desire, let it be to shine a light on the dark places within that have been neglected for some time.
I can sense heaven through the mist as I try understanding it all, yet I won't get too high; just enough to see where I am to draw my lines.
Connecting dots just too escape out of boxes that have been made,
looking back and realizing that it's been me this whole time.
The deeper you go, the darker it gets; have no fear and turn on your light.
Holding onto what we be(lie)ve without the wisdom to seek knowledge, can slowly corrupt the spirit and confuse the mind.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
Since all things are inside,
I am the miner of my own mind.
Digging through not just to dig but searching to find-
by traveling through the dark night of the soul, and rediscovering truths that were covered up by lies from His-story that's been told.
Oh of all the things one could desire, let it be to shine a light on the dark places within that have been neglected for some time.
I can sense heaven through the mist as I try understanding it all, yet I won't get too high; just enough to see where I am to draw my lines.
Connecting dots just too escape out of boxes that have been made,
looking back and realizing that it's been me this whole time.
The deeper you go, the darker it gets; have no fear and turn on your light.
Holding onto what we be(lie)ve without the wisdom to seek knowledge, can slowly corrupt the spirit and confuse the mind.
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