Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Echo to The Sky

World don't yell at me
I'm trying to sort this out
You don't make sense to me
So I'm taking you down

I'm leaving you behind
along these sandy shores
Don't cry our last goodbye
It's time I lived alone

The only thing you'll hear from me
is my echo to the sky
The sand leaves my imprint behind
as I lift my head up high
Still in the ache
Before my spirit breaks
like the break of mourning dawns
comes the morning song
It all is up and over in the vastness of this short moment
Before the sand is lapped up by tide
here comes back my echo
my echo to the sky

Answer my questions world if you can, if you can
You seem to have forgotten the greater plan, the greater plan
and alone on these lonely sands
I remember that I stand in his Hands
the answer to my echo to the stars
is the bleeding of his broken heart
His open arms
His red nail scars

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