| Standing in the desert, faces stare back from the dunes
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| Brought here by courage or delusion, I won’t stop but I feel ripping mad
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| So I am crying words that don’t make sense to me or them
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| But I am singing, I am singing, beams the child inside then disappears again
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| Still I go on repeating words of loss and failure
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| Of every choice that I gave up to guardian anger
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| I hope that you can feel life
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| Cause even watching descent I see light
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| But I recall I called you hate
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| Repeated words get locked and phased
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| And these words attach
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| Some words like stone
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| You find with time you build more than sow
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| You build a house
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| You build what you know
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| I wonder if that’s home
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| Tangled up at home, unloved intentions all I see
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| All those collected, stacked, and fretted over treasures leave me spinning so
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| I’ll leave the door wide open my old friend, there’s more unfound
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| It’s time for letting wounds and breaking through these pretty patterned knots
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| I twist around
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| Dad I can’t see, I’ve lost my voice, I need direction
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| Reweighed each choice so many times I’ve lost reflection
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| You’ve got to let go so you’ll grow
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| Then even when you feel blind you’ll still know
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| So I asked again when I get home can I build space?
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| And clear these ripples of disorder and erosion I feel nipping mad
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| And when I find my way through all discolor in my mind
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| Swear I’ll never leave imbalance or impatience standing guard or keeping time
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| Cause I hold on to things that dearly need replacing
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| Broken time ruling pain and failed aging
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| When I let go, I just am
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| Conjured back to myself I just am
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| In holding on I’ve grown too tight
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| My joints are cracked, my eyes gone white
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| Stop holding
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| Don’t wait too long your face is sown
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| Your fears won’t fail and new ones will show
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| Only steps you take will help you to grow
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| And when I hope, I hope I’m home
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| I’ll step inside and I’ll feel grown
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| If only
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| Don’t wait for safe just fall inside
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| And wisely forgetting to take
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| That treasured stain you’ve always relied
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| I wonder what you’ll show |