And at the end of the day
When the shades have been drawn
When the lights have been dimmed
When the doors are closed,
When the bed is ready for you to crawl in
When a single candle burns on your nightstand
At the end of the day,
When you have shut the world out
When you have fallen to your knees
When you are all alone
When you are naked
When you are shivering before your God
When your tears fall so fast
And your voice rattles and is unrecognizable
Like an old car engine about to die
I hope, I pray
That with an empty breath, a squeak, a sigh
You say, after all you have seen, felt, and heard
You are still good.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
And at the end of the day
When the shades have been drawn
When the lights have been dimmed
When the doors are closed,
When the bed is ready for you to crawl in
When a single candle burns on your nightstand
At the end of the day,
When you have shut the world out
When you have fallen to your knees
When you are all alone
When you are naked
When you are shivering before your God
When your tears fall so fast
And your voice rattles and is unrecognizable
Like an old car engine about to die
I hope, I pray
That with an empty breath, a squeak, a sigh
You say, after all you have seen, felt, and heard
You are still good.
