its been a minute, ehh?..
I can't make you love me darling,
if you don't.
You can't make your heart feel,
something it won't.
You came back and you brought floods
Wearing a necklace made of hearts that you’d dragged through the mud
And I guess I wasn’t quite sure what to say to you
But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it
Said, darling, you’re the only one on earth I want to have it
But now I’m not so sure that was true
After the hell you put it through
But there was no sharp pain this time
Just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine
So leave our hearts at the foot of the mountain.
Let our burdens be locked in the stone.
If you will help me roll it upward,
I won’t let you die alone.
I see a beauty springing upward from the earth and from out our hearts.
For all the bad that seems to plague us, I swear to you there’s good.
They say that death is not a problem, it’s a promise,
I can only say for sure that when it makes your bed I’ll kiss your head “Goodnight.”
So speak of all the love we lost, and what it cost us,
Left us beg our breath to stop but we kept on and
We were strong. We stayed bright as lightning,
we sang loud as thunder, we moved ever forward.
We are not our failures. We are love
I know that someday you’ll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming, softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same
"Oh, great mercy, I am here to beg forgiveness for this mess.
I know I tore two worlds apart but I can’t change the way I felt.
Love swept in like a storm and ripped the hinges from the doors.
Love poured in like a flood, I couldn’t stop it anymore. I will not be drowned.”
I’m afraid of not seeing this world.
I’m afraid of not following my dreams.
I’m afraid of being comfortable in life.
I’m afraid of the voice that tells me I can’t do it…
I’m not afraid to fall flat on my face, So here I go.
I live for Jesus, art is my escape from this world, and I drink too much coffee for my own good.