I have a mouth full of leaves and a stomach full of lies
I feed them to you
It can not just be enough to change minds if there is no action
where is your action
digesting the reality of it all, we really can do things
we say its true, but you never really believe it
bones to skin
vessel to air
we are creations that carry this weight
created in a perfect image
forgetting what it looks like, and how to get back
it can not just be enough to change thoughts if there is no belief
where is your belief
good thing our Good One came about
were they words that are just held tightly bound
or were they actions spelled out to show a way
back to the core of who we are becoming and where we are going
because it is not where you think you are going
just yet
fire in fire out
hallelujah
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Freedom
I have this whole world
that sits me down and tells me who I am
Hands to ears,
I scream
Their hands to my mouth.
i want to be real
the only way i feel it is to kneel
i may be able to breath today
but i don't feel alive
i have this world filling my soul with lies
that war is the only way to be free
when we cant even be free from ourselves
that sits me down and tells me who I am
Hands to ears,
I scream
Their hands to my mouth.
i want to be real
the only way i feel it is to kneel
i may be able to breath today
but i don't feel alive
i have this world filling my soul with lies
that war is the only way to be free
when we cant even be free from ourselves
Trees
Will you get out of this place
Let's just do it for me
You'll die alive here
Stuck breathing in the air I breath out
It suits me just well
Its throttle of myself, Stifle of your Eve.
I don't want to be just a rib from your man
I want to be dirt and ground
Have breathe of life blown into my being
The wind will work for today
But I am afraid by tomorrow
These trees will stop moving.
Let's just do it for me
You'll die alive here
Stuck breathing in the air I breath out
It suits me just well
Its throttle of myself, Stifle of your Eve.
I don't want to be just a rib from your man
I want to be dirt and ground
Have breathe of life blown into my being
The wind will work for today
But I am afraid by tomorrow
These trees will stop moving.
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