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Faith and Hope
03:15
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live life distracted
what was, could have been, will be
and the miles in between go by unseen
live in the tension
feeling distant from your sons
knowing you will never make their mother happy
bend down
and put your shoulder to the load
it will move
or you will break
but the truth will be told
sometime long ago
before i took this road
i had faith and i had hope
so where did they go
bend down
and put your shoulder to the load
it will move
or you will break
but the truth will be told
bend down
and put your shoulder to the load
but you had faith
you had hope
where did they go
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2. |
The Heartsick
03:25
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many are the reasons
brittle the bones that break
ground that never cares
with infinite capacity, room to spare
the demons bandage wounded
that the wounded healer maimed
never trust an angel
they’re always for higher
choose not to speak
passive with labor
prowl the demon
with any angel banished to memory
while demons bandage wounded
that the wounded healer maimed
never trust an angel
they’re always for higher
long drawn is the tool that scored the heart
against it i would fight
but light head spins amidst the din
as dark mixes with the light
i’m trying
i’m trying to see the light
i’m trying
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3. |
The Light's Alive
04:07
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when I was out on the run
from a world that hated me
I was full of all my scars
and my blood ran empty
then my eyes couldn’t see
what my heart now perceives
that all my deeds (good and bad)
have been rendered obsolete
lights that shined out of my reach
they almost buried me
flickering reflections
of the things I longed to see
then my eyes couldn’t see
what my heart now perceives
that all my deeds (good and bad)
have been rendered obsolete
the light, the light’s alive
the light, it’s alive, alive
the light, the light’s alive in me
now my tension is
light wrapped in a flesh that seeks it’s end
but let this candle burn
until from ashes flames ascend
then my eyes will finally see
what my heart now perceives
and all my deeds (good and bad)
have been rendered obsolete
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4. |
My Turn
02:48
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i will go down when it’s my turn
somebody told me that is where I’ll learn
so I will go down
find your way out of the crowd
hurry up and settle down
and when your pain can’t be drowned
drink from this cup that i’ve found
as it goes down medicine burns
as it cleans out my veins
through twists and turns
spend your life trying to be proud
of the sound of your name aloud
but the higher you jump, the greater the sound
of learning you’re gravity endowed
i started life on the ground with my brothers
we wielded knives unknowingly
severed well
i left a piece of my soul
so i will go down
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5. |
Innocent
04:30
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when we met i was bearing the load
you were busy carrying your own
then we wed
innocent
in our youth futures led
to our lungs filled with sweet breath
and our experiences led
to the death of our innocence
the light?
the light will only show who we are
what we know
we are tired and old
imprinted
in our bones
the sins that bore the son home
and now we hope on bloody knee
to approach his holy throne
the light?
the light will only show who we are
what we know
we are tired and old
we cry “mercy” upon our broken weary souls
for we are tired and old
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6. |
Nothing From Something
03:13
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this will crush you
this will crush you
it will pile on
and pile on
what light can cast this shadow
off of my sinking heart
what wings can bear me
to the place where joy may start
this will crush you
this will crush you
it will pile on
and pile on
life is not permanent in you or i
somewhere oceans are filled when we cry
their weight is fluid
to fill all space
rising up
to squeeze the breath from your face
nothing from something
is what existence pays
while we carry our burdens
that steal our days
don’t carry the burdens that steal your days
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7. |
Loose Grip
04:16
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i got caught
chasing someone who’d already come
i’m packing up and heading on
with loose grip on a bottle that dulls my tongue
i think of things I have done
in my memories
i see only silhouettes
but my heart knows the rest
and now i’m running from a fire that won’t relent
til all my days have been spent
though i was proud
i never spoke it aloud
but in the end
the fire burned me down
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how is it the span of my breath now
measures the void that yours leaving
you left
the thoughts and feelings no other had
the dreams and ideas your being kept
how is it I never noticed breaths
terrible weight pressing against
life reached for in my chest
that I know you felt
in seasons autumn is the fairest of all
winter’s silence pays its reverence to fall
spring is the hopeful one
summer naïve
and the beauty that came with autumn leaves
how is it the span of my breath
now measures the void
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9. |
Dead End Street
03:45
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you keep that up, you’re gonna end up like your brother
become your own dead end street
you’ll have yourself (cause that’s all you’re really wanting)
at least you’ll have good company
somewhere there’s a light
above us, things God only knows
it shines past all our secrets
we have no “real” shadows
but you keep that up, you’re gonna end up like your brother
become your own dead end street
you’ll have yourself (cause that’s all you’re really wanting)
at least you’ll have good company
but there is something that I know
about the source of life
it won’t creep out from our shadows
and first it cuts like a knife
what have you done?
you gave up everything
what about your soul?
little brother
my flesh and blood
my heart is where you’ll dig your hole
you keep that up, you’re gonna end up like your brother
become your own dead end street
you’ll have yourself (cause that’s all you’re really wanting)
at least you’ll have good company
but who will comfort me?
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10. |
Hail To The Victor
06:28
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joy unspeakable
joy
when i see your face again
but i have weary roads to travel
until then
how am i to walk
without
the light shining from your eyes
that now dimly lights shallow breaths
in the desert of my mind
hail to the victor
not to me
he gave his son first
willingly
but You have your son back
my arms are empty
where is the hope?
i need You to show me
how does one dry tears
without
hardness of heart
I’m sure that to soften
would be to fall apart
i lay down in a river of pain
that never will run dry
the weight of which i cannot bear
the depth of which will blind my eye
hail to the victor
not to me
but You are God
i am me
surely there’s a difference
in capacity
am i to bear it eloquently?
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11. |
The Cost
03:40
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this place
this place is not your home
these seeds that you have sown
will grow for someone else
the cost
the cost of what was lost
it might not be far off
from what experience paid
so where is home?
you don’t know
but this place
this place is not your home
they kick around your bones
they bruise and bump your soul
and know that you can still return
to those who feign concern
concerned you might not
choose to validate their choices
and so where is home?
you don’t know
where to go
but when you left i had hope
that you would return
with something to show
and so here you are
having travelled distance so far
that I could feel it (i can feel it still)
but that won’t change the fact
the place you’re at is not your home
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12. |
Misplaced Minds
03:17
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summer’s over
it’s time for life
in the mixture of death and us
what we thought held hope
did not hold hope at all
we knew it all along
you didn’t belong to us
then you slipped from our failing hands
now summer’s over and it’s time for life
in the mixture of death and us
memories trail
out the back of our misplaced minds
recollection of time (at least mine)
turns my head til I am lost and blind
seasons fold life into death
their pulse beats with sorrow
and yet...
what beauty has autumn
except life brought forth then laid to rest
and now summer’s over
it’s time for life
in the mixture of death and us
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