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sleeping at last - 101010
Hold your breath and count to 28.
Change is slow but I feel it taking shape.
Folding over us like waves on origami ocean tides, we sway.
Blueprints constantly being arranged.
Over microscopes we plan and strain.
The finest print in the whitest ink,
Before it dries, there's no time to think.
It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim.
But grey is not a compromise -
it is the bridge between two sides.
I would even argue that it is the color
that most represents God's eyes.
Hold your breath and count to 29.
Connect the dots and cherish every line.
Paper cuts and trails aside, make a wish and hold it tight,
This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try.
'Cause grey is not a compromise -
it is the bridge between two sides.
The shores on which our stubborn land and restless seas collide.
Grey is not just middle ground, it is a truce that waits to be signed.
I would even argue that, from where we stand,
It most represents the color of God's eyes.
We fold our atlas into paper planes.
Change is slow, but I feel it taking shape.
sleeping at last - neptune
pitch black, pale blue,
it was a stained glass
variation of the truth
and i felt empty handed.
you let me set sail
with cheap wood.
so i patched up
every leak that i could,
?til the blame grew too heavy.
stitch by stitch i tear apart.
if brokenness is a form of art,
i must be a poster child prodigy.
thread by thread i come apart.
if brokenness is a work of art,
surely this must be my masterpiece.
i?m only honest when it rains.
if i time it right, the thunder breaks
when i open my mouth.
i want to tell you but i don?t know how.
i?m only honest when it rains,
an open book with a torn out page,
and my ink?s run out.
i want to love you but i don?t know how.
i don?t know how,
no i don?t know how.
i don?t know how.
i want to love you but i don?t know how.
i want to love you?
pitch black, pale blue,
these wild oceans
shake what?s left of me loose
just to hear me cry mercy.
a strong wind at my back,
so i lift up the only sail that i have,
this tired white flag.
i?m only honest when it rains.
if i time it right, the thunder breaks
when i open my mouth.
i want to tell you but i don?t know how.
i?m only honest when it rains,
an open book with a torn out page,
and my ink?s run out.
i want to love you but i don?t know how.
i don?t know how, know how, know how,
i want to love you but i don?t know how.
i want to love you?
sleeping at last - eight
I remember the minute
It was like a switch was flipped
I was just a kid who grew up
strong enough to pick this armor up
And suddenly it fit
God, that was so long ago, long ago, long ago
I was little, I was weak and perfectly naive
And I grew up too quickNow you won't see all that I have to lose
And all I've lost in the fight to protect it
I won't let you in, I swore never again
I can't afford, no, I refuse to be rejected
I wanna break these bones 'til they're better
I wanna break them right and feel alive
You were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong
My healing needed more than time
When I see fragile things, helpless things, broken things
I see the familiar
I was little, I was weak, I was perfect too
Now I'm a broken mirror
But I can't let you see all that I have to lose
All I've lost in the fight to protect it
I can't let you in, I swore never again
I can't afford to let myself be blindsided
I'm standing guard, I'm falling apart
And all I want is to trust you
Show me how to lay my sword down
For long enough to let you through
Here I am, pry me open
What do you wanna know?
I'm just a kid who grew up
scared enough to hold the door shut
And bury my innocence
But here's a map, here's a shovel
Here's my Achilles' heel
I'm all in, palms out, I'm at your mercy now
and I'm ready to begin
I am strong, I am strong, I am strong enough
To let you in
I will shake the ground with all my might
And I will pull my whole heart up to the surface
For the innocent, for the vulnerable
And I'll show up on the front lines with a purpose
And I'll give all I have, I'll give my blood, give my sweat
An ocean of tears will spill for what is broken
I'm shattered porcelain, glued back together again
Invincible like I've never been
sleeping at last - a million charming words
I wish that I held your words more dearly
Like they were the last words
That I would ever hear.
I wish to be
Lost in your arms.
I'm wishing I could be forever in your arms
Forever and a day
I'm wishing I could be lost in your arms...
Always.
These are the memories that will not escape me.
Oh, and your smile is worth a million charming words.
I wish to be
Lost in your arms.
I'm wishing I could be forever in your arms
Forever and a day
I'm wishing I could be lost in your arms...
Always.
These are the memories that will not escape me.
Oh, and your smile is worth a million charming words.
The pictures I never took
Of the happiest times of my life
Are just worn-out thoughts in time.
Time will not escape us now.
sleeping at last - a skeleton of something more
In the darkest of nights,
The city of lights
Will pour unto us.
Creeping inside
Through our sleepy eyes,
Contagiously bright
Like sunlight and rain
Flooding through the veins
Of wilted vines.
But love travels like a rumor here,
Losing form with every ear,
A skeleton of something more.
But waking seems an awful dream.
We'll be waiting for the night,
Waiting for the night
To come and rescue us,
Feet off the ground.
Beaides, we're living in this house of cards
That pulls and pushes with the air.
Fearing a feather to the earth
Could destroy it and us,
Inside unaware!
All we want is something more
To dream about and to adore.
All we need is a little place
To close our eyes, to end this chase.
The living are moving,
Gracefully
And painfully rushing ahead,
While unraveling the most essential thread
Of the fabric that covers us.
We'll be waiting for the night,
Waiting for the night
To always come and rescue us,
Feet off the ground,
Our hearts become magnetized.
The warmth of the sun
Is melting the snowflakes
Before they hit the ground.
sleeping at last - all that is beautiful
All that is beautiful
Will not be beautiful to me
Unless it's perfect.
Outside of these walls is an awful place
As far as I can tell
We are not the enemy, we are not the enemy inside.
We were victims of a constant loss,
We were not the enemy.
I am afraid
That opinions are contagious.
I am afraid...
That my plans will all lose their place.
We are not the enemy.
We could hold our breath forever
Or maybe for a while...
The best will surely come.
Until then we'll feel nothing,
Until then we'll feel nothing at all.
All that is beautiful
Will not be beautiful to me
Unless it's perfect.
All that is beautiful
Will not be beautiful to me.
In all harmony, in all of our discord,
Can we really know all that is pure.
We are not the enemy, we are not the enemy,
We are not the enemy.
sleeping at last - aperture
Happiness is somewhere I have been before-
A blurry photograph that I have since ignored.
I'll carefully adjust the aperture once more,
Until I set the record straight.
I'll brush aside the dim, make room for the bright.
I'll be an editor, no, a curator of light.
I'll let my better angels always set me right,
Until I even out the score.
Until I even out the score.
God, it has been quite a year-
I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more.
I know that I've asked it before,
But please let the scale tip here in my favor.
What was once the sweetest melody I've heard
Is now a memory reduced to little words.
I'll tune the orchestra and play the overture,
Until I pinpoint every note.
Give me the heart of an archeologist,
That I may dig until I prove that I exist.
A subterranean cathedral in my midst,
Where echos come to rest.
Where echos come to rest.
Is this where echos come to rest?
God, it has been quite a year-
I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more.
I know that I've asked it before,
But please let the scale tip here in my favor.
Until I set the record straight,
Until I set the record straight,
Until I can set the record straight.
sleeping at last - april
I close my eyes trusting you.
With every desire to balance now.
The air is perfect, tonight.
The rain, like tears, falls upon my hands.
Carry me.
The rain, like tears, falls upon my hands.
I close my eyes trusting you.
With every desire to balance now.
If I could take away the sorrows
Etched in you
I would, I would.
The rain, like tears, falls upon my hands.
Carry me.
The rain, like tears, falls upon my hands
sleeping at last - birthright
She was raised by wolves,
In the warmth of their fur.
Surrounded by fangs,
She knew that she was secure.
Language barriers
Made no difference at all.
When you're truly cared for,
There's no purpose for walls.
His fences stood tall
As the shoulders of old.
But he dreamt that one day
Maybe he'd break the mold.
But time shyly stands still
When you watch it unfold.
From these ivory towers
Freedom is only a ghost.
Privilege and pain
When compared look the same.
Comprehension begins
When we pull back the lens.
Right or wrong,
Tension makes us stronger
By making us weak
When we needed to be.
They made her their queen
On the day she was born.
They placed on her a crown
She wasn't ready for.
But all impossible odds
Foreshadow our means,
Like paving a road
To kingdoms we've never seen.
He woke up one day,
Written out of the will.
They swore he'd be okay,
With lesser shoes to fill.
â??what doesn't kill us
Makes us stronger,â? they say.
Our only birthright in this life
Is the breath that we take.
Privilege and pain
When compared look the same.
Comprehension begins
When we pull back the lens.
Right or wrong,
Tension makes us stronger
By making us weak
When we needed to be.
Our fables tell our truths.
sleeping at last - bright amp early
Bright and early, through the curtains, the sun comes pouring in.
Filling glasses up with diamonds, stirring where I've been
It's all trigger and effect. Dominoes at their best.
In the end I'm told it taught me everything I know.
That the wreckage left behind, will somehow make me grow.
But why couldn't I have been safe from the start?
Soundly asleep.
The warmth of blankets makes me nervous.
I'd rather catch a cold.
Like sparks and matches, blink, you'll miss it,
the future's up in smoke.
Though dust has settled,
I smell the ashes buried in my clothes.
It's all trigger and effect, I know... Dominoes at their best.
In the end I'm told it taught me everything I know.
When the fire took our home, I lost part of my soul.
From the ground up I'll keep building houses into homes.
If trust is ribbon, then patience ties it in a perfect bow.
sleeping at last - brightly
So close,
Yet barely breathing,
My responses are weak.
Though my eyes are shut tightly,
May I see you brightly.
Handshakes and fake smiles
Always make me nervous...
Close the door,
Please, close the door.
We rise and fall
From you,
We rise and fall
Far from you.
Climb, climb, climb...
We fall.
May we learn from
The signals of our past,
The sharpest words we cast
And begin again.
I can hear their voices
Through the walls of this place...
This cold, cold place
We rise and fall from you,
We rise and fall far from you.
So close, Yet barely breathing,
My responses are weak.
Trace these fingerprints, closely now
And they will form what you're looking for.
We'll make new prints once more.
sleeping at last - capture
Your words are the blanket
That keeps me warm
When the night is cold enough to break me.
It is then that I can trust.
In celebration of the air we breathe,
We place all regrets aside.
To capture this moment
Is to let go of the last.
Love takes hold.
How beautiful heaven must be.
The sand beneath my feet
Is an echo of your grace.
It is then that I can trust in you.
To see beyond beauty, skin deep.
Trust in love.
Love takes hold.
How beautiful heaven must be.
sleeping at last - careful hands
Put your coat on, this city trembles.
Keep your chin up, as you untangle God
From cold blood and bruises.
We are X-rays of something broken.
Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:
An orchestration Of dissonance and innocent surrender.
When our color dies,
We will bury the ashes of time,
And we will earn new eyes.
Wrists get tired rewriting futures.
Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit.
We are creatures of habit.
Only with careful hands
We?ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures.
Only with careful hands
We?ll divide the prisoner
From the pioneer.
Clever beauty,
Umbrellas folding.
In architecture, our lines will measure
A map to find us.
Blue ink will guide us home.
Cranes are creeping, lifting metal,
We will find new ways to settle,
Tipping scales from the killer to its prey.
I can feel the weight around us,
Climbing every rib inside us,
A sanctuary in a lion?s mouth.
sleeping at last - chandaliers
When all of the pieces align, when the balance is clearly defined,
weâ??ll sigh and weâ??ll settle down for the first time.
But held in museum display, time pulls us further away.
And when we rebuild it, all of the details fade.
Into the tide, where the sun fills our eyes,
only silhouettes will remain in the place
where our rare bird of grace appeared.
In our pale imperfect light, our palms will stabilize,
and Your brightness will close our heavy eyes,
and weâ??ll dream with You. Weâ??ll dream with You.
When we awake, we are left with the eggshells inside of the nest
and the promise that one day soon, it will come back to us...
When we reach into the night, where the water will rise,
Your wings will unbend.
In Your brilliant display all our worries will wash away.
On pale, imperfect eyes, chandeliers rely...
and the brightness will weave lace out of light
when we dream of You.
In our pale, imperfect light, our palms will stabilize,
and the brightness will close our heavy eyes,
when we dream of You. Weâ??ll dream with You.
sleeping at last - clockwork
There is glass between our touch, phantom limbs of former love...
and the truth is that I am so terrified
That the callous is deeper than the surface of our skin.
And it takes us twice as long, oh it takes us twice as long to heal.
Weâ??ll lift up the ground to see the system of roots beneath.
Gears turn, endlessly, to bring the world back to life.
Like clockwork, when it dies.
The cadence of beating hearts, the click of its moving parts
grows louder and louder from this restless earth...
Future gardens wait patiently below
and somehow we smell them blossom through the snow.
Still unsatisfied, we chase what weâ??re denied.
As generations wait, we canâ??t resist the taste of possibility.
Gears turn, endlessly, to bring us back to life again.
Like clockwork, we begin.
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