everytime

If only everytime someone praised God, a warm glow would come from their own chest. So on their skin they could see who God was, and where he was everytime we spoke his name. And that he is ourselves.

Don't worry

I used to play games with every page
Each day a story with nothing but haze
Oh no no
Don't worry my son
It happens to everyone
Theres coming a day when we say
I'll find myself a new way
But don't ever let go, I'm scared
That you'll run away and I'll be there
Oh no no
Don't worry my son
It happens to everyone
You fall inlove and then it's gone.
Oh no no
Don't worry my son
It happens to everyone

Track

A day without track,
Without record,
Every day lost to time and forgotten
Is a day squandered
A day lived unconsciously.

God Sent

It's hard to reflect in the middle
Things must end before looking back
Yet days go and the wave has yet to end
Like a knock on the door
These rays of light shine on my skin
I see them and my heart shakes
When I felt it I suddenly know how long I waited.
Like something I can't cough up
Some meaning is stuck in my chest.
The knock at the door left me with a letter
Buried in my chest, a wall of a thousand tears sealing it's fold.
I push, I hold, I try.
All I ever do is cry
Everytime I try to open my little reason.
So I can find out why.

Mulch

Sometimes I can't say much
I have to keep some things to myself
Inside there was a garden, but the fruit soured
Shake me up, break me down
Till the dirt, till I wake up
Within my shell, till I settle again
With a new purpose?
Stronger than before?
Or all the same pieces spun around?
The picture may seem new, but it's all I have.
It's all I am, till someone says I can be more.

Still

How empty I feel in happiness.
In the weightlessness I loss all sense of purpose, just as the stresses has done to be before. Where oh where do I find the place to align my counciousness with my soul again. Because as it is, one is a blind driver without the other and my work is the work of the prositute. Working in a life that doesnt achieve my dreams  the I have to, the my only option.

Ring ring ring

Hours have passed and I can't find the tone.
Nothing I can say without being alone.
I wanna melt the skin and return to the Earth.
Maybe I could find what I'm supposed to be.

You were once my friend
I took it all in to watch it all happen again
Retell the story, but I'm the tale
Who knew how I would fail.

Surrounded by Earth, I can't hear a thing.
Never fails, that familiar ring.
He won't stop till I'm listening.

Please break me apart and speak the word.
I need to feel you shatter my world.
What am I that I chose to be?