In this I find,
What lies inside,
Weary heart,
Healing.
In this I find,
My child's eyes,
Pure, innocent,
Openness.
In this I find,
Through lovers touch,
Warm embrace,
Passion.
In this I find,
This world, mine,
Love, forgiveness,
Everlasting.
Just let go this time,
The pain you'll hardly notice.
It always comes back as high,
You have my word indeed, I promise.
It didn't return as planned?
Try a bit higher, you'll be astonished.
It will cut deeper but not to worry,
It will come back, you have my word, I promise.
Still falling short, you can't stop now.
Just reach higher, the plan is flawless.
When you're at the bottom what's left to lose.
It will come back, you have my word, I promise.
The last swing just cut you in two?
What a shame, too late to notice.
I'll eat the half that was to be,
And give the rest to death and misery.
No coming back, you have my word, I promise.
Close, distant, non-existent.
Millions simply swept away,
For an inquiry that may never be revealed.
Cosmic dust, questioning.
Billions of tiny, weary, wave lengths,
Tossed asunder from a miniscule blue spec.
Barely vapors biding their time.
Measured by rotations and shadows,
Of objects almost completely unknown.
Do we all suffer because of divine sovereignty?
Or just the universe methodically grinding dust to dust.
Do the grains of sand really matter
when the tide comes in
Do the autumn leaves really matter
when the winter wind whips relentless
Does the dam really matter
when the levy finally breaks
Do the bricks really matter
when the wrecking Ball is swung
Do the ashes matter
when the fire still rages on
Does six feet of dirt matter
when you lie buried beneath it
Do the screams of souls matter
When faced with the infinite void
Does it really matter
Knocking, pounding, silence
Pacing feverishly, nothing
Black and white, blue, waiting
Part, parting, departed
The eerie calm seas turn violent
Waves crash, she crashes, all crushed
Gravity pulls heavier and heavier
Legs cave, the unbearable weight
When, how, why, now
Two paths cross, only one remains
The little innocents, so innocent
face reality of love gained, so quickly lost
Planning plans for plans unplanned
Searching for answers for questions unknown
Stuff, stains, sickness, solace
Two bronze keys, nothing else
Phones ringing, ears ringing, head ringing
Peace for what lies ahead
Two paths cross, only one remains
