Garden Paroles

and paced out the anxiety that comes

with the baggage I can't let go.

and lately my steps are catching up with me,

and I'll catch myself with my head bowed;

asking god to keep us alive

because no matter how much

the sobering strung out anthems weigh down,

We're all afraid to die.

So I turn the pages of a book,

trying to see all the different colors
so overwhelming it rolls me over, knocks me out.

and I wake up with one hand on my heart,

and my eyes on the cieling,

seeing a scene of three crosses;

suspended on one hill,

and when the sun breaks the clouds,

and the great flash of time

rains through our souls;

we see god standing alone,

watching his son give up the ghost.

And its not an easy thing,strung out on a concret floor

and the things you do when your empty.

And theres Not one word to heal

No mouthful of medication

to keep the feelings sharp

just numb.

just numb.