Tuesday, July 24, 2012

I Weep While He Sings

Written April 12th 2010

People care for possessions better than they care for people
They hold close and obsess until their hearts are full

What is the state of the world when you'll tell a machine what you mean
The core of consciousness that says disregard keep words lean

Just because it's a machine, doesn't make the thought less
Even through these circuits the alarm sounds yelling confess

This is when he lies to me I told myself in tandem
This is when he pretends that it was never even him
This is when he lies to us both that there was no reason
This is when he pretends that this is just the wrong season

People care more for things than they do for souls
They covet that which can be bound, covered up in bowls
What does it mean that we can't speak clearly to one another
The core of logic that claims that this can go no further

I felt the burn of the sin in my eyes as they read those lines
Felt the wash of shame at the need to explain showing all the signs

This is when he lies to me I hate seeing it so clearly
This is when he pretends that he doesn't just fear me
This is when he lies to us both make a whole new truth
This is when he pretends this is just a product of youth

I tore apart my tower of despair
Ripped up the cord of passing fair
Not another day in the shadow of a lie
Not one more pass resulting in goodbye

I saw him so plain in the light of day
Blazing his path daring me to play
He plays with lies as he plays with hearts
It's all a game as he weaves and darts

He plays with fire he plays with things
Over and under I weep while he sings
He sees no difference in people and possessions
No forward progress only regressions

I hold my head my reality is real
I hold my heart, its ok to feel
I hold my tongue don't yell it out
I hold my soul it's too soon to doubt
I hold my course there has to be a way
I hold my faith more than he can say
Over and under I weep while he sings

Another time another girl
Another place another ring
Over and under I weep while he sings

Around the corner around the bend
More pain to bring
Over and under I weep while he sings

Desperate heart desperate soul
To both I must cling
Over and under I weep while he sings

No lie to small
My ears do ring
Over and under I weep while he sings

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