All that we blessed has now been broken
We shared the love that shares the pain
It was a picture-perfect world that floated off
Our fingers into air
Here I stand and do no other
All my life I have remained
But now I see you run, embrace the prodigal
And consecrate despair
Mother, O Father,
Why don't you see me grieve
O Mother, Father,
I won't come back if I leave
I've waited for nothing
I waited, but one is one
I'm running behind the light.
What I wrote, has been written
By many hands across the page
Maybe you can burn the book and wash the wall
You can't unmake the word
Mother, O Father,
God was not God for me
O Mother, Father,
God is still haunting me
I've waited for nothing
I waited, but one is one
I'm running behind the light.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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