Becoming wise to the ways of life's painful, rainy days
Pushing up daisies in the maze the world displays
Worms eating my brains as the pain remains to preach
Let my children learn from what my burning has to teach...
A child weeping as she's leaping leaves a haunting, eery sound
I know God caught her soul before her body hit the ground
Jumping toward the moon way too soon, for it was far
She left the brilliance, and the beauty, and the silence, of a star
Scars can't heal when wounds don't feel
Reality hurts...and that's for real
Words of life being written, being lived, being spoken
What was fragile is now twisted, is now shattered, is now broken
My mother used to ask to borrow money all the time
but ever since her funeral she hasn't asked for a dime
Which would I prefer, with her memory in my head
There's neither rhyme nor reason in the season of the dead
Sometimes even sunny days can fill my eyes with rain
God whispers to me in my joy...he shouts when I'm in pain
Gimme shelter...I surrender...as I enter a new start
I can hear the Holy Spirit near the center of my heart
I raise my hands in victory, Lord...ready to receive you
Jesus, I believe you...and I miss you when I leave you
The before, the after...manslaughter, mans laughter
I miss the truth of youth as mine is hanging from a rafter
The lie that is the world comes to life at end of day
so let the light rise...and the night fade away
Remember to forget what the world is speaking of
The only real truth...that exists...is love...
I ask nothing in return for every cry I truly give
Just hear between each tear, for when I die I truly live
What it is I'm looking for I have found that I will find
So grows the sage in stages...writing pages...of my mind...