Dead Man Crying
I set on the cliffs of sanity,
Strumming the rivers of memories,
Wishing they would fade.
On bended knee, screaming at Jesus
I haven't the strength to run away,
A man in sheep's flesh..
A man sitting in ruins...
Both barrels of a bleeding gun,
Describe the beauty that's lost,
In the breaths of this crimson night.
If you wonder of what I need...
Break the glass heart that chokes a wounded man..
Spit the rains of forgiveness back into my life.
I am a rose petal..
A subtle wilted leaf...
I beg to the whisper's of life and man..
Lend a hand to kiss this dying knight.
The world will fade with my tattered voice.
The winds of your own life, will not change.
The tune on thy stone begs to Jesus....
A man made out of ashes, returns to dust,
Begging for rain. By
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