Insanity
Blowing a fuse inside of me
Something snapped
And I felt so trapped
Trapped in tradition and who they wanted me to be
Just who they wanted to see when they looked at me
I’m not that child that must heed their voice
I’m an adult now; I can make my own choice
I blame them, but it’s my own fault
My own voice in my brain forcing me to halt
To think twice about what’s inside of my heart
To think three times before I would even start
I stopped
Something popped
Something clicked in my mind
Happiness can be easy to find
I can’t worry about them, what they might think of my life
I can’t let their opinion cause me so much pain and strife
I am me and that’s all that I need
Because with light in my life my soul can finally feed
Impurity and darkness might try to get through
But evil will never win as long as my faith is in YOU
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Rebirth
Ripped from the womb cold air upon my skin
A child born in love, a child born in sin
Crying to return to the safety of my hole
Crying for redemption for my forsaken soul
The pain of the world was thrust upon me
They held open my eyelids forcing me to see
I didn’t want to believe in a world so filled up with hate
A world living on luck instead of glorious fate
I buried my head deep, deep underground
No sights to see, no smells to smell, my ears never filled with sound
Solitude was my prison and my prison was my home
My home was my safety and my safety an observation dome
To observe the thoughts within my brain
The thoughts, the ticking, the inane
Sounds that go through a mind, a fragile mind
A child’s thoughts that were deaf, that were lame, that were blind
Folded hands on bended knees
A bowed head, stale bread, rosaries
A man blowing smoke into your pores
Holy water flooding, spilling out the doors
There due to tradition, due to cowardice, due to obligation
Listening to the words I didn’t believe, listening but no real concentration
I am a stranger among the blood coursing through my own veins
Locked up by the need to please, bounded spiritually by chains
A crucifix around my neck and bitter wine between my lips
I break away from their grasp, I break away from their grips
I am them and they are me but we have followed different streams
Our tradition, thanks to me, is ruined so it seems
Ripped from the womb cold air upon my skin
A child born in love, a child born in sin
A child born in love, a child born in sin
Crying to return to the safety of my hole
Crying for redemption for my forsaken soul
The pain of the world was thrust upon me
They held open my eyelids forcing me to see
I didn’t want to believe in a world so filled up with hate
A world living on luck instead of glorious fate
I buried my head deep, deep underground
No sights to see, no smells to smell, my ears never filled with sound
Solitude was my prison and my prison was my home
My home was my safety and my safety an observation dome
To observe the thoughts within my brain
The thoughts, the ticking, the inane
Sounds that go through a mind, a fragile mind
A child’s thoughts that were deaf, that were lame, that were blind
Folded hands on bended knees
A bowed head, stale bread, rosaries
A man blowing smoke into your pores
Holy water flooding, spilling out the doors
There due to tradition, due to cowardice, due to obligation
Listening to the words I didn’t believe, listening but no real concentration
I am a stranger among the blood coursing through my own veins
Locked up by the need to please, bounded spiritually by chains
A crucifix around my neck and bitter wine between my lips
I break away from their grasp, I break away from their grips
I am them and they are me but we have followed different streams
Our tradition, thanks to me, is ruined so it seems
Ripped from the womb cold air upon my skin
A child born in love, a child born in sin
Last Second of Life
The air escaped my lungs the beat ran from my heart
I try to hold it together but the world fell apart
Streams and rivers and oceans of tears
Dreams and shivers and motions of fears
Tumble in the wind let it carry my soul
Float down the current lose all control
To hear is to see and to smell is to feel
To be honest is to lie, what is fake is always real
The sky is falling and no one can see
I stand in the middle let it fall down on me
Because life is only worth it if you learn to let go
Yeah life is only worth it if you learn to go slow
Slow down, slow down the beating in your chest
You can only control you you can’t control the rest
Don’t worry about the future, forget what’s in the past
Worry about each second because this second it won’t last
Love the ones your with because hate can never win
And if you’re filled with love then there’s no room for sin
I try to hold it together but the world fell apart
Streams and rivers and oceans of tears
Dreams and shivers and motions of fears
Tumble in the wind let it carry my soul
Float down the current lose all control
To hear is to see and to smell is to feel
To be honest is to lie, what is fake is always real
The sky is falling and no one can see
I stand in the middle let it fall down on me
Because life is only worth it if you learn to let go
Yeah life is only worth it if you learn to go slow
Slow down, slow down the beating in your chest
You can only control you you can’t control the rest
Don’t worry about the future, forget what’s in the past
Worry about each second because this second it won’t last
Love the ones your with because hate can never win
And if you’re filled with love then there’s no room for sin
Sunday, March 7, 2010
I Reach
I reach through the blood and bones for the single ray that’s poking through
I reach through the sin, death, and pain seeking the path that’s true
I reach through negative forces struggling to keep me down
I reach for the key to unlock these shackles that have kept me bound
I reach for relief from the misery that has darkened my soul
I reach for the G-d I know is real, the One who will fill up the hole
I reach for forgiveness, for the hurt I have caused, for all the sins I commit
I reach for the strength to carry on in this world, the strength to never quit
I reach through the sin, death, and pain seeking the path that’s true
I reach through negative forces struggling to keep me down
I reach for the key to unlock these shackles that have kept me bound
I reach for relief from the misery that has darkened my soul
I reach for the G-d I know is real, the One who will fill up the hole
I reach for forgiveness, for the hurt I have caused, for all the sins I commit
I reach for the strength to carry on in this world, the strength to never quit
HE Will Hear My Prayers
No need to clench my hands, white-knuckled grip
HE will hear my prayers
No need to tip the cup of holy wine just to take a sip
HE will hear my prayers
I don’t need stale bread or candles alit
Or to stand, then kneel, then stand, then sit
I don’t need to throw a holy fit
HE will hear my prayers
HE will hear my prayers
No need to tip the cup of holy wine just to take a sip
HE will hear my prayers
I don’t need stale bread or candles alit
Or to stand, then kneel, then stand, then sit
I don’t need to throw a holy fit
HE will hear my prayers
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