Quivering lips, do I blow the horn
To everything we could be and more
If I stand and lock or open the door
Is that wind blowing through the tops of trees?
Are the cars humming through the street?
The moment passes right through me
And the past is the only thing I see.
I wrestle with God all night long in my head,
And as hard as I try I cant forget what Jesus said.
Im grinding my teeth all night long in my head,
And my nerves are shattered again and again and again.
Sometimes at night on dark highways
I pull the car over and listen for trains
With my hair blown out the window pane
I raise my voice, I scream and say;
".. I struggle with all the energy
That is powerfully inspired within me
With this I toil, for this I breathe,
for this i stomp my feet and sing
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