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I am not here working eclectically
I have tied the moon down waiting for answers.
I stand beneath the sky with my eyes wandering round
Quietly listening to the ticking of time passing me by.
A songbird passes me up, as a centipede hushes on by
The rocks underneath my toes, carry many bellowing mice.
The rubble of my sin and my desire drifting into the sea
You are holy, the awakener,
My only thing I need.
A wish is just a melody
That swiftly passes by
A cooing is a sonnet,
That infants are terrified.
The sands have took their bed
And surely shut their eyes
When water is a payment
Of those who have run dry.
Terrified of songs I sing
The whispering of meadows
I take my life up to the cross
With a hushed singing fellows.
The wait is long but the fear is bright
Remembering that I have a father who holds me tight
There are wonders and rain that amplify the sign.
I have tied the moon down waiting for answers.
I stand beneath the sky with my eyes wandering round
Quietly listening to the ticking of time passing me by.
A songbird passes me up, as a centipede hushes on by
The rocks underneath my toes, carry many bellowing mice.
The rubble of my sin and my desire drifting into the sea
You are holy, the awakener,
My only thing I need.
A wish is just a melody
That swiftly passes by
A cooing is a sonnet,
That infants are terrified.
The sands have took their bed
And surely shut their eyes
When water is a payment
Of those who have run dry.
Terrified of songs I sing
The whispering of meadows
I take my life up to the cross
With a hushed singing fellows.
The wait is long but the fear is bright
Remembering that I have a father who holds me tight
There are wonders and rain that amplify the sign.