If I fall away into what existence has become,
there is only painful repercussions to lift me up.
Dancing to die I stand always in the light you bring,
making who I never was nonetheless.
Fighting to hold my head up into your clouds,
raining on my heart the very essence of your soul.
Cringing anguish holding light within my smile,
unable to see the darkness I used to live for.
Shake within my being the meaning of hopes denied,
remind me who I am for the questions asking why.
In my eyes no tears fall dry leaving wet the truth behind,
lies spoken in regrettable fate fearing the demise I see.
Facing together this storm pouring brokenness alone,
ripping apart this feeling as emotions set in.
Always a fictitious illusion calling dreams to let go,
hands strong beyond their calling for letting loose.
Break me apart inside as my light trickles away,
pour into me your hope, let me bathe in your love.
Dying flowers fading colors as fall shines her face,
golden red dreaming brown in winters delight.
All that is is nothingness forgiving my heart,
in you I am, in me you have always been.
Johnny Newell
there is only painful repercussions to lift me up.
Dancing to die I stand always in the light you bring,
making who I never was nonetheless.
Fighting to hold my head up into your clouds,
raining on my heart the very essence of your soul.
Cringing anguish holding light within my smile,
unable to see the darkness I used to live for.
Shake within my being the meaning of hopes denied,
remind me who I am for the questions asking why.
In my eyes no tears fall dry leaving wet the truth behind,
lies spoken in regrettable fate fearing the demise I see.
Facing together this storm pouring brokenness alone,
ripping apart this feeling as emotions set in.
Always a fictitious illusion calling dreams to let go,
hands strong beyond their calling for letting loose.
Break me apart inside as my light trickles away,
pour into me your hope, let me bathe in your love.
Dying flowers fading colors as fall shines her face,
golden red dreaming brown in winters delight.
All that is is nothingness forgiving my heart,
in you I am, in me you have always been.
Johnny Newell
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