We listen to the tales and romanticize
How we follow the path of the hero
And boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we'll rise to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations
None of us have actually been there,
Not like you
The ignorant flippants in the congregation,
Gather around spewing sympathy.
Spare me.
None of them could even hold a candle up to you.
Blinded by choices, hypocrites
Won't see.
But enough about the collective judas
Who could deny you were the one who Illuminated
Your little piece of the divine?
This little light of mine,
The gift you passed on to me,
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely
On your way
Your way home.
What are they gonna do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?
High is the way
But our eyes are upon the ground.
You were the light and the way
They'll only read about.
I only pray heaven knows
When to lift you out.
10000 days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home.
You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fist at the gates saying,
"I have come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
"It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my
Give me my wings!"
"Give me my, give me my, give me my, give me my, give me my wings...."
You are the light, the way, that they will only read about
Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.
Daylight dims leaving cool flourescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion:
Should you see your maker's face tonight
Look him in the eye
Look him in the eye and tell him
I never lived a lie, I never took a life,
But should he save one, hallejullah
It's time for you to bring me home.
