Jul 14, 2008 10:24
Such is the way of the world.
You can never know just where to put all your faith and how will it grow.
Gonna rise up, burning back holes in dark memories
Gonna rise up, turning mistakes into gold
Such is the passage of time... too fast to fold and suddenly swallowed by signs,
Low and behold
Gonna rise up, find my direction magnetically
Gonna rise up, throw down my ace in the hole
maybe you have to hear him sing it to know what it means, how my eyes cry as I listen to it for the fourth time in that many minutes.
burning back holes in dark memories. turning mistakes into gold. oh God, please may this be.
the tears happen fast, they are right there behind my eyes, waiting to pour out. they haven't poured out in a long time, not really. how i got here i am scared to discover. but at least now i can discover it. hit bottom? i hope so. i hope to God it can't be any lower. How does one survive any lower?