Destruction
From days long past, I sit and stare
Of severe pain, fully aware.
Every moment is one long hour
The taste of memr’y has turned sour
I shake, I tremble, scream and shout
To go on, I have not the clout.
In the dark land of madness strange
All these thoughts, I can’t rearrange
Christopher’s Ballad no more heals
Hard waves still crash, my wounds won’t seal
Over and over, the scenes play
I want so badly just to say
“The air is clear, the dawn renewed
My once lost sense of gratitude;
And no more will you have to fear
The lunacy of this man here.”
But alas, I hold my red heart
Shredded, tattered, it will not start.
Still connected, I sew it up
Each tiny hole, a paper cut
Tremors run through my hands so cold
No longer able to be bold
The agony resounds so deep
Fading fast, I can’t help but weep
My mind has gone, the years have past
Each breath now thinks it is the last.
Resurrection
Shinedown sings to my ears stone deaf
Of Saul’s great peace, I am bereft
John and Paul can voice hopes and dreams
But will not love break my heart’s seams?
Drifting, I fall into God’s arms
Here, at last, I cannot be harmed
I’m stuck again, it’s safe to say
The rain won’t take my pain away.
But perhaps His words will ease strife
I look there for answers in life
Slowly, I turn, page after page
Calm swiftly replaces the rage
Soul, awake! Don’t droop in your sin.
What would they say, your kith and kin?
Rise up, don’t tarry, do your job
Strike out at the dangerous mob
Let in no sorrow, fear or grief
Let Christ bring you some true relief.
Reconstruction
Foundations are laid bare tonight
The morning will shed a pure light
Rebuilt, my castle is secure
Drawbridge down, I put out the lure
New agony will take over
The kind that tears up the clover;
Sprinting, dashing, I’ll not be beat
Cool water at the end is sweet.
Forged anew, this strong iron rod
Will help me up when I fall to sod
Time has past, and it’s time to go.
No patience left for hellish throes
Of torment’s knife, obsession’s pull
Or beating thud of doldrums dull.
A long road, it ever shall be
But this time, I’ll shed my mis’ry.
From days long past, I sit and stare
Of severe pain, fully aware.
Every moment is one long hour
The taste of memr’y has turned sour
I shake, I tremble, scream and shout
To go on, I have not the clout.
In the dark land of madness strange
All these thoughts, I can’t rearrange
Christopher’s Ballad no more heals
Hard waves still crash, my wounds won’t seal
Over and over, the scenes play
I want so badly just to say
“The air is clear, the dawn renewed
My once lost sense of gratitude;
And no more will you have to fear
The lunacy of this man here.”
But alas, I hold my red heart
Shredded, tattered, it will not start.
Still connected, I sew it up
Each tiny hole, a paper cut
Tremors run through my hands so cold
No longer able to be bold
The agony resounds so deep
Fading fast, I can’t help but weep
My mind has gone, the years have past
Each breath now thinks it is the last.
Resurrection
Shinedown sings to my ears stone deaf
Of Saul’s great peace, I am bereft
John and Paul can voice hopes and dreams
But will not love break my heart’s seams?
Drifting, I fall into God’s arms
Here, at last, I cannot be harmed
I’m stuck again, it’s safe to say
The rain won’t take my pain away.
But perhaps His words will ease strife
I look there for answers in life
Slowly, I turn, page after page
Calm swiftly replaces the rage
Soul, awake! Don’t droop in your sin.
What would they say, your kith and kin?
Rise up, don’t tarry, do your job
Strike out at the dangerous mob
Let in no sorrow, fear or grief
Let Christ bring you some true relief.
Reconstruction
Foundations are laid bare tonight
The morning will shed a pure light
Rebuilt, my castle is secure
Drawbridge down, I put out the lure
New agony will take over
The kind that tears up the clover;
Sprinting, dashing, I’ll not be beat
Cool water at the end is sweet.
Forged anew, this strong iron rod
Will help me up when I fall to sod
Time has past, and it’s time to go.
No patience left for hellish throes
Of torment’s knife, obsession’s pull
Or beating thud of doldrums dull.
A long road, it ever shall be
But this time, I’ll shed my mis’ry.
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