hey sister mel can i slow myself down for a minute. let everyone know why and for whom i do this.
waking up to hear the echos of lost souls wailing
in a crucible of fear
disoriented in my drowsiness
not knowing if i am cursed or blessed
and then he appears
he is battered and bloody with flesh peeling
off of his body
his head adorned with a crown of thorns
he reaches out and places a hand on my shoulder
and i can feel where the stigmata formed
he said quietly to me
look up
look out
look over
when the leaves fall at the end of october
so will your fears
look up
look out
look over
fields of crimson and clover
are waiting for you here
if only you believe
walking on a road to peridition
though family calls i need to be alone
for much too long i have searched for houses of the holy
only to realize the heart is the spirits true and only home
can i be the man who understands
that being a man is truly a three part harmony
the father
son and holy ghost
can i do whatever it takes to have a place prepared at the table
of the host of hosts
i was full of angst but i heard a voice say unto me
look up
look out
look over
god is the composer
of every verse you recite
look up
look out
look over
keep your composure
still fight but fight for the right
to be righteous
all of my life i have been wondering and wandering
through the valleys i have created
demonstrated
a peculiar fondness for the battle
while ignoring the war raging within my soul
for so long i was out of control
until anger took a toll
so great i could not even relate
to the love shown by my daughter
but now i have been cleansed by the holy waters
of the flowing river
i will deliver
god knows i will deliver
i wish sombody could repeat this right here
look up
look out
look over
see the white cliffs of dover
on that distant shore
look up
look out
look over
i promise you wont suffer from exposure
because god bless the child thats got his own
and refuses to ask for more
than the blessings of love
peace and understanding