Gospel Truth
I don't believe in the way things were.
I used to sit back and commend others for doing what I couldn't.
(it turns out, it was only what i wouldn't)
Every hand I extend in kindness is another step I long to take
And every note I sow, I swear it's because I know nothing else
Teach me shoulder-less love
Find me hope in the darkest hotels
Kill my distaste for
SOMETHING SO MUCH MORE!
I won't come back home
You don't need this throne
Fill my heart, I'm forlorn
Keep me out of this haze
Grace from remorse, let's turn this into a style
I'm alone in the next room
WAITING FOR THE NEXT GROOM
(the devil at the alter, the coffin in the courtyard)
Copyright © Myke Jones | Year Posted 2007
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