A Plea

The_great_gatsby The green light

What if it wouldn’t die?
What if the corpse waking up inside your chest,
Could breathe one more time?

What if one more time didn’t have to mean
Another death, another axe to grind,
Maybe it wouldn’t have to mean
Hanging your head for eternity?

What would you do?
Would you just breathe easy and smile for just one day?
Would you sing and chant and take your own breath away?
Would you cry?

Would you take away everything you know hurts inside?
Would you stab that pain in a heart it doesn’t have?
Would you live one day like you could see?
Would you be great?

What if one more time didn’t have to mean
Another death, another axe to grind,
Maybe it wouldn’t have to mean
Hanging your head for eternity?

Catherine of Siena said
“If you are what you are meant to be,
You’ll set the world on fire.”
So many of us are afraid of that incandescent light.

I won’t pretend, my fear is strong, my friend.
I’d be a hypocrite to say that I breathe every day.
No, I’m writing because I suffocate.
Because every breath I take is precious

My breaths are few and far between,
But sometimes for just a moment I see paradise
But I’ve been afraid that maybe now I’ll never see it again
That’s why I have to cry out
In longing and despair,
Save me from this nightmare

What if one more time didn’t have to mean
Another death, another axe to grind,
Maybe it wouldn’t have to mean
Hanging your head for eternity?(4x)

Maybe it wouldn’t have to mean hanging your head for eternity.
If God is a person, Lord, Jesus, let me breathe.

The Fight

There’s so much to be said today,
It’s like my heart might explode.
Like I’m wandering in that space again
Waiting to unload.

There’s goblins and witches
And demons and worse
Clawing at my insides
Drowning me, curse

But I find comfort in the glittering night
Of Gatsby’s holy green light,
The hope that he somehow held onto
While despair chants, so young and beautiful

Like, I never got to be, or maybe not for long
Some of us grow up to fast to sing
Neurotic as children that’s how my best friend says
We hurt too soon, lost our innocence

and now There’s goblins and witches
And demons and worse
Clawing at my insides
Drowning me, curse

Drowning the breaths that are meant to destroy them
Clawing at the life that might surpass them
Demons begging me to turn back from the light
Dragging my head with witch and goblin grip
And I can’t find my way out,
And I can’t survive,
Without someone Insanely powerful
On my side

because there’s goblins and witches

And demons and worse
Clawing at my insides
Drowning me, curse

And I’m awake tonight in the early morning hour
Clawing at the dark
Two sides of me, one that cries this hour, begs that I sleep
Sleep, Sleep, Give in, Sleep.

A beat that solidly ticks away the life I wanted to live
Cutting in, creating a grieving heart with every moment,
I know I can’t survive if it keeps cutting this deep
I won’t breathe anymore soon, if I still can’t see

Humans can take so much more than they think
Like a press that never,ever buckles down,
Those horrifying machines that they crush diamonds in,
But everyone says they wouldn’t be diamonds without them.

But we all imagine the pain that diamond bleeds out in clear
Screams that life was never even close
How could I have even kept on going?
If everywhere around there was death and 

(4x)There’s goblins and witches
And demons and worse
Clawing at my insides
Drowning me, curse

 

Drifter

Spoken:
She left town on a greyhound bus, outta here,
She had to run,
Her everything had always been chasing her.
Chords of artists somehow beyond her
Stretched within everything she closed away
Hid from the eyes of the world.

Sung:
She braided hair down the side of her face
Found a corner in it to hide
She covered herself in neutral silk,
In reality found a new faux pride
Sometimes she found she was still alone
And blocked out all the light

Sunglasses became her,
Suddenly she was so lifelike,
Suddenly alive like everyone else
Suddenly alive
So hid from the eyes of the world.

She rode the motorcycle, but only in Lana Del Rey
She danced to the beating drums
In the head of Florence and the Machine,
She breathed but only the soft sweet sighs 
Of a rare Shania Twain

And suddenly she was alive
Suddenly she could breathe,
Suddenly her heart was beating
And hid from the eyes of the world

Dear Lord, Bring me what I’m longing for,
Bring me to my dreaming, hoping for
You to bring me heaven, on an earth 
Fallen in Sin. 

We don’t deserve what we’re longing for, 
Breathing for, Hoping for, Dying for,
Will you still love me and let me beat
My drumming song.
I only miss you, I only need you, I only see you
When I breathe.
I only beg you, I only plead you, I only die for you
In my aching soul.

It’s louder than Heaven, it’s hotter than Hell,
Here I am pleading,
It’s louder than sirens, louder than bells,
A heart still beating

Suddenly come to me,
Suddenly breathe in me,
Suddenly stop my aching bones.
Suddenly stop me,
Suddenly live in me,
Suddenly breathe in me
And find me,
hid from the eyes of a world that dies.

 

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