Wednesday, April 27, 2011

during communion

During communion when seth and the band would play

I let my fears, I let my worries drift away

And heard you in the silence

Write my song

Lay the patchwork quilt down

If nothing else I can admire the pattern

Even if I can’t make one of these myself

If I’m never bold enough to try at all

I guess I only want what I can’t have

I feel it like the blood in my veins

A story being written

I feel it like an itch on my skin

I want some hands to hold me

Want a voice to say, “My God you’ve really grown”

Well we all strive against the tide

Even though we know each night it’s coming in

I float along and ask myself why

This is all I’ve ever been

Why do I resist you

Wish for a kiss but never your flame

Too much to lose

What do I have to lose?

This is living if I ever said it

This is living if I ever saw it

I’m getting somewhere finally by going no where at all

It’s all just who we’re meeting

Who we’ve met

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