Gods Live Among Us
Mightier was the whale then the harpoon
Only to be taken down by a vastly overdue breeze
What was their purpose, to serve the weak hearted?
We touched the rose as we awoke each morning looking at one another in angst and curiosity…no we weren't here first
Breezes of enchantment gave the air a lighter sense of taking the hostility that had weakened the souls for generations
No we're not perfect, and we aren't living…but we do have one thing in common
Do you really believe someone is stronger then you when you wield the sword of time?
You look at the size of their blade instead of the size of their fear for you
Strength was the essence when you were grown, but you abused it
Slashing the tears away that had caused you so much grief
People watched in horror and depressed holding their hearts together by a single thread
You took yourself out of the rain because you were afraid
No one was watching when you took one last swipe across your chest
And yet blood never felt so painless
The heavens didn't answer and the underground didn't want you
Be thankful you got the wrong end of the deal
For if you were right they might have encompassed you in a circle of hell
They sit about you…looking in the eyes of the people you love
Hoping to distract you from the very purpose of your existence
Still you ignore them
Upset they are and growing weaker by the moment
Hold on to that last rose before it falls
And survival will be taken to another level of innocence
You were here to remember it
Time was on your side before they would arrive again
Yes they do live among us
Watching…waiting…remembering…
Perfection
