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A piano-worth of weight
Pulls me down into a chasm.
I speed through the depths,
Falling in freezing wind.
And my voice is swallowed up
By the mountain around me.
Tears run down my face,
When I hit the ground.
My legs have collapsed beneath me.
I cannot stand the force of the impact.
No one knows I am here.
I’m alone and broken.
What will I do?
Coasting comfortably on the caress of clouds.
Reaching for meaning in every breath.
Thinking of the crowd of witnesses,
Their tender hands outstretched with love.
Is there truth that surpasses understanding?
Is there hope amidst these evil days?
I count the steps to reach your door,
Yearning for rest, bidding to journey no more.
Only a promise from the precious few
Can treat the soreness of a broken soul.
Come, join the chorus, summoning grace
From the bright heavens above.
Laying on the grass,
I summon your spirit back to me.
Can you feel the blast
Of the chilly winter wind?
Come with me to the end
Just wind up your mind
And let it all go.
Do you feel the change of pace
Echoing through this silly place?
Empty screams echo off the walls
Of my simple soul, at night. It crawls.
The weeds from my garden
Creep up my legs. They twist around
My knocking knees. I count the cries
I hear in my head. I can’t imagine
What’s filled me with dread.
I don’t know if I’m alive or dead.
Give unto me some wine and bread.