It's dark in here, pretty lonely too
I've been hurt by them, and I cry to you
To my weary knees I fall
Raise my hands, to you I call.
Forgive me Father for what I have done
For I have killed your only son
And your consuming love like a tempest in me
Sets my palms convulsing
Blesses me with repose and piety
That I pray will forever remain.
But as my silver lining brightens with the sun,
My warmth slowly fades as to the world I return
It's like I have this disease, this Unkind addiction
To almost every little thing, that procrastinates my devotion
Then slowly it fades
The voice of the angels as they pray
A cold void in my soul
Growing as I walk away
Yes it's dark in here, pretty lonely too
When I'm hurting again, I'll come back to you.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
It's dark in here, pretty lonely too
I've been hurt by them, and I cry to you
To my weary knees I fall
Raise my hands, to you I call.
Forgive me Father for what I have done
For I have killed your only son
And your consuming love like a tempest in me
Sets my palms convulsing
Blesses me with repose and piety
That I pray will forever remain.
But as my silver lining brightens with the sun,
My warmth slowly fades as to the world I return
It's like I have this disease, this Unkind addiction
To almost every little thing, that procrastinates my devotion
Then slowly it fades
The voice of the angels as they pray
A cold void in my soul
Growing as I walk away
Yes it's dark in here, pretty lonely too
When I'm hurting again, I'll come back to you.
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