I had hoped the stars would be brighter
From this height
Perhaps I should have turned left
And not stayed right
I wasn't meant for this
The mere mention of eternal bliss
Sent me clinging to the dirt
Prayer is just a whisper
When you fail to see your worth
I thought that I could walk on the waves of heaven
Sought to speak with the Creator
That I might make sense of the message
I would come to understand much later
It was a holy dream
Through unholy means.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
I had hoped the stars would be brighter
From this height
Perhaps I should have turned left
And not stayed right
I wasn't meant for this
The mere mention of eternal bliss
Sent me clinging to the dirt
Prayer is just a whisper
When you fail to see your worth
I thought that I could walk on the waves of heaven
Sought to speak with the Creator
That I might make sense of the message
I would come to understand much later
It was a holy dream
Through unholy means.
