Monday, 21 September 2009

as morning dawns and evening fades, i scribble in the sand.

How I wish it could be that easy
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free.
All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but not feel scared

I am not a child now. I can take care of myself.
I mustn't let them down now- Mustn't let them see me cry.
I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm too tired to listen.
I'm too old to believe: All these childish stories.
There is no such thing as faith,
And trust.
In any ordinary place, on any ordinary day,
the parable can live again when one will kneel and one will yield.

When I see the beauty of a sunset's glory,
amazing artistry across the evening sky
When I feel the mystery of a distant galaxy
It awes and humbles me to be loved by a God so high

it's a wonder how a jumble of lyrics piece all my feelings so succinctly.
Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too.

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