Wheres the Light?
sitting
waiting
wondering
tasting
the world is so far away
the mind has its games
the air is so cool
the light so far down the hole
If god is love wheres my god
blinded by truth
that I wish not see
so much air
so much time
no life
no mind
I wish there was more
but aless not for me
I wonder is this is real
or has hell raped my peace
the one thing I hate is that the answer is right there
sitting
waiting
wordering
tasting
Open yourself to me
Copyright © Jason Crump | Year Posted 2006
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