kevinthediltz
04-05-2009, 03:38 PM
The morning wakes
A moan of outrage
A lonely bed
A lonely house
A lonely hillside
The thorn in his side
The knife in his back
Sun shines
Rain falls
No celebration
Of the normal life
Empty ditches
To be filled with false hopes
Of what’s to come
This meaningless life
"I am nothing in this world"
Trees and boulders
Rivers and rain
The climb is hard
But the summit is near
A trip and a fall
A root pierces his hand
Blood smeared on his face
He shouts to the heavans
“Nothing?
I am the answer!
I am the revelation!
I am the heavans and the earth!
The world is a stage!
And I am the puppet master!
Those who disbelieve in me
Will suffer my wrath!
I am the fish in the sea
And the deer in the land!
I bear this cross of life!
This crown of thorns!
Weary and tired and beaten I am!
But I am here.”
A moan of outrage
A lonely bed
A lonely house
A lonely hillside
The thorn in his side
The knife in his back
Sun shines
Rain falls
No celebration
Of the normal life
Empty ditches
To be filled with false hopes
Of what’s to come
This meaningless life
"I am nothing in this world"
Trees and boulders
Rivers and rain
The climb is hard
But the summit is near
A trip and a fall
A root pierces his hand
Blood smeared on his face
He shouts to the heavans
“Nothing?
I am the answer!
I am the revelation!
I am the heavans and the earth!
The world is a stage!
And I am the puppet master!
Those who disbelieve in me
Will suffer my wrath!
I am the fish in the sea
And the deer in the land!
I bear this cross of life!
This crown of thorns!
Weary and tired and beaten I am!
But I am here.”