Survival is the curse
The final fight before the hearse
6 feet under is above the lowest spot
So let me follow through
Let me fall for You..will You?
Never has there been a man that is more
Alive! I sing it but I don’t believe it—you have
Crafted me in the busy life that surrounds me—
All my worship is worth it, license to drive,
But license to do whatever I want—scary it does
Seem that the world is ending so soon that I had
A fast zoom with red doors and summer memories of
Kansas City—stickshift summer it was
Curly haired kind of preacher—Arabian mystery has
Been revealed to me, we are from the place you were
And are coming back again—
Summer of magic, summer of near You, summer of
Winter soon to come,
Not being me is the greatest tragedy for everyone else
Is already taken—
Now its like outliner, eyeliner with black edges,
Now I am empty and I need You to fill me in again
And again—dark over light but please Lord, not
Tonight for I cannot always want tomorrow so soon—
Let me rest in the next 6 hours and love what it brings!