Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Maybe....

Maybe he needs me more than I need him. Maybe I'm supposed to see what I want. Maybe I'm supposed to pray for him. Maybe I'll open up more. Maybe I'm getting ahead of things. Maybe I can never catch up. Maybe it won't always be this hard. Maybe it will. Maybe sooner will be sooner than later. Maybe love will last longer than longing. Maybe lonely isn't so bad. Maybe lonely only gets worse. Maybe I've lost my way. Maybe I have yet to find it. Maybe He's simply waiting on me to give up. Maybe I haven't tried hard enough to simply give. Maybe this is all there is. Maybe I haven't seen anything yet. Maybe I'll never see more than what I see today. Maybe I'll never feel more than I did yesterday. Maybe life is always a maze. Maybe I have no sense of direction. Maybe I have to learn how to fly. Maybe I'm afraid to jump. Maybe more will never come. Maybe today will be enough. Maybe I shouldn't analyze so much. Maybe I should remember how to dream. Maybe I should start again. Maybe I should start anew. Maybe I don't know how to love. Maybe I don't know how to live. Maybe it's ok to be alone. Maybe alone is all I know. Maybe He's calling me. Maybe I need to hear his voice again. Maybe I should listen. Maybe.


Belief, makes things real.
Makes things feel, feel alright.
Belief, makes things true.
Things like you and I.

Tonight, you arrested my mind,
when you came to my defense.
With a knife in the shape of your mouth,
in the form of your body,
with the wrath of a god.
Oh, you stood by my belief.

Belief builds from scratch.
Doesn't have to relax,
it doesn't need space.
Love live the queen and I'll be the king.
In the color of grace.

Tonight, you arrested my mind,
when you came to my defense.
With a knife in the shape of your mouth,
in the form of your body,
with the wrath of a god.
Oh, you stood by me.

I'm going to yell it from the rooftops.
I'll wear a sign on my chest.
That's the least I can do,
It's the least I can do.

Tonight, you arrested my mind,
when you came to my defense.
With a knife, in the shape of your mouth,
in the form of your body,
with the wrath of a god.
Oh, you stood by me.
And I'll stand by my belief.

Oh, I'll stand by my belief
~G. Degraw

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