Jul 10, 2005 04:28
Body lays out in the open
Preacher picks out words to be spoken
Left in the heart
deep gray
All what was once
How can it now be explained
Searching for that name that once was
Searching what was something once perfect and pure
Pure in land of teh unforgiving
Decayed on the beam worthless rotted hanging
What will come forth for me?
What is it I realize?
This doorway that I opened
Soft words bounce off me unbroken
This is your way
This is your soul
This is your faith
This is your time
This is your wrath
This is your fall
This will soon be
all of mine