I've tried to reason, wonder why
My rivalries have come alive
Through parables so strange that only irony can justify.
My mind has reached the lullaby
and died beneath the summer sky.
I've robbed the will of God, but still,
It's wise to sieze another try.
When time has grieved and Love has cried
Surviving dreams becoming blind
can rest assured the best of Lords
where divers breathe and runners fly.
I'm the window to the other side, and not a sill can feel my pane.
The theif priest turning wheels of grain who left the score to steal the game
I've peeled the shame from Adam's apple,
sealed the blame in tabernacles,
kneeled and prayed for healing days,
and shielded veins from famine's shackles