My skin is cold as thawing ice frozen, fixed, and bleak the world is broken under my feet where did life go so wrong I’m boxed six feet deep in a dark crumpled creep dreams mascaraed as light forbidden light I can not see one day my past appears in my treasured hope from once shinning eyes how the hours past me by in this requiem a song chiming in the wind of time tempered like stained glass forever, forever at last Shouts of Barabus, say not! low my soul tis not I, behold the cross, rising on the hill Golgotha the blood running A lamb before the slaughter “Screams” of He died! He Lied! I…silently died with him too At his feet nailed and bent I hear a shuttered cry “Forgive them they know not what they do” My brokenness once firmly in the ground rises quickly bursting in light Alas my King, my God tis you every prayer spoken is true The golden streets I craved mine, all for the life you gave BB2015