Sunday, February 05, 2006
Dreams to speak
I'll still go and hold your hand
Walk down that isle and wait for man
and God and anything that'll greet me there
Because i want rest above all desires
Close my eyes I resist the urge
To sing the tunes even though I know the words
Echo off the stained glass walls
Fables and history mixed in a stew
Don't know what to take for true
Yet regaurdless of the truth content
I still break down and sometimes repent
They come from shame, sorrow, and youth
Of days lived, days unlived and confusion
Drip down my lash and onto the pew
Filled with mystery and stuff I wish I knew
Is it the gospel that makes me cry?
Or the touch of something too divine?
How odd it is to feel something real
react physically and still not know whats the deal
Every time they come like rain
Even though the clouds have long been see-through
¶ 10:12 PM 
I'll still go and hold your hand
Walk down that isle and wait for man
and God and anything that'll greet me there
Because i want rest above all desires
Close my eyes I resist the urge
To sing the tunes even though I know the words
Echo off the stained glass walls
Fables and history mixed in a stew
Don't know what to take for true
Yet regaurdless of the truth content
I still break down and sometimes repent
They come from shame, sorrow, and youth
Of days lived, days unlived and confusion
Drip down my lash and onto the pew
Filled with mystery and stuff I wish I knew
Is it the gospel that makes me cry?
Or the touch of something too divine?
How odd it is to feel something real
react physically and still not know whats the deal
Every time they come like rain
Even though the clouds have long been see-through
¶ 10:12 PM
