I'm not sure
To my very core
Where it all fits
To my very core
Where it all fits
Why we are outfitted
With subtle pain
That can make a winters
Kiss feel warm
With subtle pain
That can make a winters
Kiss feel warm
A pain that can cause
Torrential droughts
And down pours
To feel like reality rifts
Torrential droughts
And down pours
To feel like reality rifts
Why
Does God
In perfect thought
And home
Have to choose
The very thing which exists
Does God
In perfect thought
And home
Have to choose
The very thing which exists
To teach us wrongs
Or use our scorn
In battles of gracious wit
Or use our scorn
In battles of gracious wit
I could reply
To my creators eye
A curse on all you sit
To my creators eye
A curse on all you sit
But I've been that road
And before I'm old
A friend of cosmic essence
I dare and will behold
And before I'm old
A friend of cosmic essence
I dare and will behold
Perhaps the mercy that I've heard of
Will be equipped upon my pen
Perhaps it is the one grace
Given me
The one in which I'll spend.
Will be equipped upon my pen
Perhaps it is the one grace
Given me
The one in which I'll spend.
Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Copyright, 2013, Written on January 16th, 2013.
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