Monday, January 30, 2012


Can I take responsibility for you
Or your choices
How much weight do mine play
Because if I listen to the voices
Telling me I'm ruining you
wrecking you for life
Responsibility is Mine
But for now all I want
is to continue to make
memories that will haunt

Playing every day
In the playground of my heart
Your love is a swingset
& I was High from the start

The place that I am in
Leaves me battling my dreams
Because lately it seems
Like I am not worthy

Can I open my mouth
and speak Truth
while the life I live
is of a rebellious youth

Can I reach those
who are calling out
Or will I watch them Cry
Will I watch them Die
As I Walk By
Living My life
Taking care of me
Feeling so free
But holding the key
That others need
Isn't really free.. at all

Who am I bonded to
If its not Him
It's Me
And I can't do it alone
He's Everything
The words that I speak
The message that I teach
The love that I feel
That allows you to heal
Is carried by me
Only if I allow it.
Like a doctor on hiatus
Who knows the cure
But is taking time
Before being pure
Is grace really all
That I need
In order to be able to speak
Or are there sacrifices that need
to be made
When will I make them
Don't want it to be too late
While I sit and wait
to be ready

The alarm is sounding
upon deaf ears
Those who heard it
for so many years
Are Weary
The alarm is sounding
and we are numb
After drowning in Hope
and finding a different outcome
Then the one we expected
The one we devoted ourselves to.
The soldiers are weary
The alarm is sounding
and we're beaten by the battle
Death Creeping In
and Lying in our Shadows

Who comes to the aid
of the lost ones
Who holds the map
To help us find our way home
Or do we need to look
Inside ourselves
To find which way to go
Answers can only be given
After questions are asked
So if no one is searching
How long will we last
Laying on the battlefield
After years of crying
Years of hoping
Years of waiting
There is only One
who sustains
One who remains
One who stays
One who prays
Holding us while we
reject Him
Holding us while we
neglect Him
Holding us and whispering

1 comment:

  1. This is definitely a Spoken Word piece.. wish there was a way to portray that.