February 13, 2008

SWORDS

Careful…
Now I’ve found dissention to fight with
So give me a reason to forget the taste I had
Give me a place to throw away the memories
Show me all the mistakes
So I can walk away now

Give me a paradigm that doesn’t hold my expectations
Give me your word and I’ll leave
Tear from me the roots that are left
That I won’t cry for mercy
Unless it roars from the ground
Until it becomes so real
Craving justice for the lost
Crying for what I crave now
It lies waiting as expectant opportunity
Raging to be abandoned to You
13*2*08

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