The effervescent glow speaks to melt my bones.
Bewitched by ocular meadows, I’m lured by angelic tones.
I do not trust my own eyes.
I do not trust my own mind.
Cold meteors rain down to blot out an open sky.
As our kindred ember souls reignite as a beacon pyre.
Tell me child, what do you hear?
The brazen trumpet draws me near.
Tell me Father, what do you fear?
The loss of a child whom I hold dear.
I feel burdened and confined.
In a prison of doubt that I’ve built for myself in the confines of my own mind.
There’s an hourglass in my spine.
Grasping at the grains of sand that fall away with the passing of my limited time.
I am held back by my pride,
As a pillar of salt upon the hillside, watching the world as it leaves me behind.
So set me on fire to be refined,
Take my impatience and distrust and make a weapon that fits your design.
I am undeserving of your pardon but I cannot exist without reprieve,
So prune my pride and graft my roots into your vine.
We exist, we exist for so much more than our selfishness.
We are the meteors burning to illuminate the night sky.
Ignition nuclear from the day we were born until the day that we all die.
Until the day we all die.
We try to find ourselves in the eyes of each other.
But we belong in the arms of our father.
When I am faithless, you remain faithful.
Your ways are not my ways, but I’m learning to trust and to be grateful.
When I am faithless, you remain faithful.
Your ways are not my ways, but I will be grateful.
We try to find ourselves in the eyes of each other.
But we belong in the arms of our father.
You are faithful, you’re as faithful as the sun.
You’re always faithful, you’re as faithful as the sun.