G.A.D.

Father forgive me I carved in a tree my heart is empty
Sorta chilly my thoughts are a breeze forever windy off to envy
The warm and friendly how’d You invent me I am bent see
I meant at the knee come and tempt me to believe this is significant
I have not a minute spent plotting through another plea for innocence
I have got another feeling here the others seem to lend
The undercover fear that never seems to bend
That never seems to end see me as a teen again or maybe even ten
When I’m trapped inside a dream sinking back inside sea of friends
Feeling trapped outside myself when I would speak to them
Like I’m strapped inside a helmet and their peeking in
Sinking even deeper then
Pastor said their demons then asks me to believe
If I ask to receive You, You will heal me then
Pass me through the vacuum in this bathroom
Where I’m hiding, counting, and breathing in

Pressure release the pleasure of peace
Be it measured by her gesture at a stretch for His fleece
The Messenger of such that she touched but a piece is so subtle
For the trouble she had kept was deceased
What she said in her head is what she meant on her feet
When she snuck in the crowd that had met on the street
Well I’m stuck in this crowd with my head on my feet
I know these chucks been around but I fear without me
Someone cut the sound I fear without sleep
A dream has it’s bounds that I swear I must keep
I swear I must breath I dared to arrive
So carry me here to where I’m alive
To where I am conscious clearer to self
Mirror to self You hear and You help
To where I am conscious tears couldn’t help
You hand me the knowledge that fear in itself
Is nothing but fear in itself