shattered in history
shattered in paint
oh and the lengths that id stay up late
but brought to my space
the wonderful things i’ve learned to waste
i shoulda known
that i shouldn’t hide
to compromise and to covet all whats inside
there is no design
you’ll have to decide
if you’ll come to know if im the faithful kind
time and again
time to be brave
content to the phrases that at dawn
we aint mazes just some kind of pages
this for my sister
that for my maple
its not knowing the road id known as a child of god
nor to become stable
(So what if I lose im satisfied)
am I dependent in
what im defending
and do get to know what faith provides
fold your hands in to mine
i did my believing seeing every time
i know its lonely in the dark
and this year’s a visitor
and we have to know that faith declines
im not all out of mine