Honest Questions

There's a thorn in my heart  From everything I've been deprived of There's a hole in my hand  From the pain , your pain offered up, strand by strand  There's bruises on my shoulders  From the weight  borne for so long  Every passing day  Another life, blown away Every day that's passing  Brings this once blazing fire Closer to a smolder And the thorn in my heart  Digs ever deeper Hole in my hand  Gapes ever wider  Hope weeps  With each passing day  Little by little  Faith sinks  One becomes nothing more  Than an elusive memory  Like a sun that's already set Colors fading off into infinite distance  We can only wait to see  What life will bring next ...

Life and death Such a fine line  Dying to take those few breaths  Wishing you could turn back time The frailty of this life What do you do when all you can do is wait Hoping the inevitable never comes  Praying for another day It's killing me  Each minute brings me closer to my going insane  A heart cut open and bleeding  Trying to bargain with fate I didn't want this day to ever come  Hoped the nightmare wouldn't ever arrive  Now helplessness is the hour hand  In this race against time  Minute by minute, I sit here waiting for something , A breath .... the smallest  sign of life  Like the scent arising from lilacs  every single spring  So will the mourning from my broken soul  rise and sing  Stories of love Stories of loss How strange that death should sing  Ascending with the sweet fragrance  Of life's delicate sting

What were you thinking as you looked down upon Watching us from heaven as the Father Watching us from high upon that cross  As you hung? tears have all evaporated  There are no words  To say That matter now, There's nothing that will change it As you hang Above a tarnished people ,  Humanity  They stand below you,  Blinded by greed, pride and money  Selling themselves for the senseless ,  Have they forgotten Our Lady's tears? What are you thinking  As you see so much hate all the killing  All the while  Your wounds are still bleeding  Father, what are you thinking 

Through the roars of defeat ,  I'll lift my hands up toward My Strength, yes ,  His song I will sing In the eye of the storm,  as the other side ambushes us, though my voice seems weak and gets lost in this sea   of sounds ,  within the temptation from the roars of defeat ,  I'll lift my hands up toward My Strength, yes ,  His song I will sing I'm a run down warrior  Wearied by this ongoing fight constantly,  always  before my eyes I've seen too much battle These images are forever imprinted within me Everything in me wants to scream  Under these unchanging, overcast skies  I'll lift up my hands towards my Strength Yes, his song I will sing 

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