Focus on the fade, on the clouded eye of my borrowed frame
And the words that I proclaim, as one that is not ashamed
And though I see you for now this way, through atmospheres of gray
One day just like the morning after you have stolen me away
Like standing on the edge of what I now behold afar
No looking from the distance, I see just Who You are
That light was never quite the same, nor clarity as profound
As the morning I lay eyes on you, then pressed my face into the ground
But darkness there I did not find and fear was burned away
And like a child once again, I knew that you would stay
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
0 comments:
Post a Comment