Good day. how's your year been?
i've been learning what to say
so many shades of gray
there is comfort in these brown walls
in this empty hall a soul releases
though i never gave it
that much thought at all
i think up things to say and
when i pray i gain no faith
so i want to be somebody else
a feather to your felt
i am lost in the sun and
weak in the shadows holding on…
What you thought was real
and what you wanted most
erases like a ghost
you can't help but feel
tied down to the shame
at the whisper of a name
I placed a secret in your palm
whose hand will i one day hold
if i ever hold again
i have a letter marked to abraham
there are sacrifices to be made
so many souls to save
i have a jar sealed watertight
these thoughts that keep you up at night
you just can't perceive
it's harder to believe