Barely alive I try to move. One more time and I'll run you through. For all the grief you've given me. I'll rise again for my will to be. . Not even wanting to exist.
I'll never back down in the face of anger. . I always live in a world of fear. It's in my mind, but it has brought me here. . Invoking feelings, hating.
Here come my final ticks of time. Feel need to sweat but not to cry. Reflect upon my recent years. I have no regrets and I have no fears. . I've always been a pretender.
I'd search the world to find the key to my head. To understand the reasons why I can't be. Alone for a moment without regretting every word. That has jumped off my tongue, confusing every one.
Show me your grace; show me your glory; Show me your grace; show me your glory; just to be in your presence is where I want to be.. . The things you done for me I, Know that Ive often seen them, Without your thoughts of me and, I think I rarely see but, Your O so heavenly where, Your spirit intercedes, And our ways are contrary so, My prayer is that you really show me..
You pursued me; I wasnt looking for you; you pursued me; now I know what love feels like.. . Wasnt in a position, to be choosy, my conviction; Led me out my afflictions, but I fit, the description; I was lost, so far beyond, I never knew, that you would come. I was caught, my accusers, had their stones ready to throw; I took a breath, had nothing left, reached the ending of the road; then you said, youre free to go, Im not against you, Youre free to go.
Peace be still to the wind, Peace be still to the storm, I'm crossing' over.. . I felt the winds blow, I heard the lightning roll, And I was fearful, But I remember that you told me I would make it to my destiny, Now everything I'm feeling, I won't let it hinder me..
Lord Im Addicted to your love. Lord Im Addicted to your word. Lord Im Addicted to your touch. Lord Im Addicted to your grace.. . I got the shakes and my heartaches as I wait for you to answer my prayer. I got the quakes Im going through withdrawals; because I know I cant live without you. I am addicted to your love the way you touch me your word that breathes life into my soul. See Im addicted to you Im addicted to you..
Up the hill to a vacant lot. There's nothing to see. Walk the pillars to settle in. And find that you've turned from me. You're the cup and you're the drink.
When the day is over. And it falls into gray. Move your body close. There changed. And could you be the answer. For a wretch like me. Clasp your hand in mine.
This frost you stand in. It draws on wobbled legs. This sway is stabled. I gnaw through your gate. You sort what i bend. You jar me for relief. This canter is guided.
Built a house made out of blood. Fought the serpent and his thugs. Played the game fought the fought. All wrapped you astound me living life through. Your sleep.
What could hinder this haste. Calm strewn the isle of this tattered grain. In all this muzzled distaste. I brush the vial hoping to misplace. Cover me with soil and tread.
We fell..... down. So many times. Oh,I think I'm tired. Thinking that everything will work out. Well it finally all worked out. But it's still. Not the same.
Your eyes. Tarnished gold. So crystallized. And wise. . You stood. Just like. A tender child. Whenever you stumble by. . Your smile. Familiar eyes. You disturb my sleep.
He's a man of the grain. Wears his robe of burly pain. Bowls the town for alcohol. Chewed up his name and he sold it all. Perched it up for sale. He turned the light out.
Shade calls the bone marrow she left a stage so bare. And everyone clapped to see you rise so gracefully. What a fright on such a beautiful night. The soldiers rang around my head.
He throws a blanket over the sun. He closes out everyone. While she prays,. "Don't let him take me. There must be a better way.". . You will come to me in a dream.
Air dives from your reach. You cover your mouth. Hoard your lovely breath. For which not to speak. You're always sweet. In the darkest days.
There goes your mother and her plague. What a terrible display. Of a charcoaled tongue. That wouldn't lend a hand. Though this dead was a thoughtless act.