The world is full of words we speak in love-- Riddled with clichés, so tired and old. Songs reveal how songs are not enough, And how each tale of love has once been told. Alright--there's nothing new beneath the sun; Each lover spins his words in template webs,
Enveloped in a cloud of crushing shame, And stamped with such a telling sign of fear, I'm sent to where the lies have been reformed And sealed with a promise: you are near. No matter where I'm sent, I'm fully loved; With stains like
Heavy is the load I made you carry. Your human shoulders could not bear the weight. But you are more than human--you are God. Your suffering and shame would not abate Until it was finished. You bore every sin And pain and fear and all the empty space That separated
My God: Why have I forsaken you Despite that you forsake me not? Despite your hand is on me here? I'm sorry I forgot. My soul is thirsty, and it grows Each hour I do not drink-- To drink of life and clarity Has been replaced I think
I held on to rebellion like a fool And tore just like a prisoner at wind. I bound my chains of punishment and rules And yet could not admit me of my sins. A cloud of guilt had settled and I ceased To disregard the lies that came in waves.