10.1.08
Walk out the fire and my skin is burnt on me
Smell the stench, see the sores, worse than 3rd degree
As it cracks and it peels and it falls to the floor
My resolve, it just builds. I am looking for more
Standing under cascades of an angry flow
I am bruised and I'm beat, but I will not slow
As the water comes down, hugging curves, roaring sound
Yelling out my resolve, let it ring and resound
Let the delicate drops merge into a great tide
Let them gather around and march forth by my side
May they brush round my heart and awaken my soul
May they pour me my part and erase all that's dull
I will watch as my shackles erode in the stream
As I take step by step towards that which redeems
Now I fall to my knees as the coal meets my lips
And my body, it aches, with each tear my eyes drip
I am physically weak but my spirit, it flies
Now I watch as my inhibitions meet their demise
I will cry over loss that I'm destined to face
I will never forgot of this point and this place
I will bear all the pain caused by actions I take
I will own all the tears when at night I'm awake
And it hurts in my bones from this thorn in my side
But I look all around, whisper all my goodbyes
Post a Comment