Dripping down, I feel my bones
Melting in the blazing heat.
Expectation and judgment closing in.
It is of my own creation.
No one else but me.
It echoes in the chambers
Of my heart.
It rings a hollow noise
Through the rooms of my soul.
My body clings
To what it desires.
My mind is weak
Compared to what it could be.
I yearn for something real,
Something true.
Something to fill
This empty bowl.
Fill my soul, Lord.
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Just sitting here wondering why,
Wishing I was a bird in the sky,
Flying around in the breeze,
Instead of trying to stop
Knocking my knees. Oh, please,
Stop knocking my knees
Stop knocking my knees
I wish I was stronger,
So I could stop knocking my knees!
Have you ever wondered
Where your soul comes from,
And where it goes in the end?
Do you question
Whether or not a spirit
Lives inside of you?
Do you think when it’s over,
That you’ll be riding on top,
Or are you afraid
You’ll be dragging behind?
I just want to be sure
Of some kind of victory.
It doesn’t have to be much.
I just want to be free.
And for What it’s worth
Please stop knocking my knees!
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Sometimes I wonder where the river flows.
I yearn for ice and water and fire falling
From the sky. Don’t you know that the end
Of the journey comes before you realize. If
You hold your breath, you can count the
Days that fly by in a nightmare flash. Yes.
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Mountainside, I feel the cherry twizzlers
Wrap around my neck. They tighten so that
I can feel the gas grill in my stomach push
Up through the misty river gate among
Several fierce animalistic angry pharoahs.
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Inside my mind I hear a rattle.
I start to climb up to the middle.
Where it takes me makes me shiver.
Don’t you know I’m feeling dizzy.
The path of least resistance
Is the surest way to trouble.
How I want to escape
From this tired bubble.
Something promises
A change is coming.
Somehow I feel
There is a turning.
Hope abounds around the corner.
Do you see the closing never?
