Lofty unspoken Dreams

     tear at the tattered seams

          it seems we were meant to be unraveled

     to be undone
  
          & burn with the sun

               to be at peace with chaos

          or else

               wither away

                    under the crushing weight of mortality.

Misery my muse,
Why doest thou so abuse?
Nary a bright young line to lend;
This dark and suffered view.

You, God, are holy
My foes are lowly
Your arms they comfort
And stay with me

My heart is heavy
My face downcast and
My emotions get
Away from me

But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name

You, Christ, are lofty
Though my heart pains me
I trust in you, ***
You loved me first

Heartbeats-they weaken
The sun will sink and
The dark will set in
But you remain

But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name
We praise your name

You lift me up above
And down below
To show your love
So we can know

Your garments torn up
You drank from hell's cup
To lift us all up
To show us love

But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name

Come down off your throne
Don't you mar my bones
Some body must bleed

Your crown cut's deep
You never sleep
Your the reason I need repair

Some body must change , twisting
the key of pain you unlock the door
Tell me you are free ?

I am wasting time
Tomorrow , always one step away
Yesterday causes a bitter aftertaste

Come down off your throne
Don't Mar these bones
Some body must be bled