I could write songs about you until I die
About the anger I feel when wondering why

A well could I fill with untempered contempt
Neglecting necessities for a love-filled attempt

Born here in this dark world I remain in
You were once a lovely light that I let in

Calling you by name stings just the same
As to you appointing all the blame

But healing happens with hands held not tight
And hearts open at the most after sought light

Voids can be filled with anything
Limited to but not including

1. You
2. Drugs
3. Alcohol
4. ***
5. You perverted
6. Religion
7. Repetition
8. Remorse
9. You demonized
10. Love
11. Lust
12. Loathing
13. You romanticized
14. Faith
15. Fear
16. Failure
17. You forgiven
18. Redemption
19. Repentance
20. Replacement
And here I am filling with all of the above
And eventually forgetting how to love

So distant from all the places we, I
Used to be, crying in a sea, eyes
Locked by gravity, sighs
Cracks an opening, why

Did it take so long to get here?
How great a place to be here
After countless bottles of beer
To find hope at the end of years

No recourse for reaction
No temples for distraction

You,

Have inflicted wounds and left me to suture
And labor to create my own future

And I can feel my efforts blossom into fruition
For they trample all tries of division

The most important thing I've found
Is that I can't fly if I'm buried in the ground
So while I reverberate from your decision
I mustn't make any further incisions

I am a pendulum falling full throttle
To the bottom of a ***** bottle

And I lie in wait as energy goes upward
Where I'll swing my weight for the word
That releases me from motionless dichotomy
And find out what God means to me

And let me know a better you
Where I can see and not hate

I'm getting there
And I'm already there

Still grace though
Fill my soul