3/16/2009

One Down

As the day is finished, and voiced colours faded
Should I make mistakes again
I remember again that as gold becomes jaded
I am beginning back from the end

The movement begins again, and all it's hype
I can't lose out now, on all His stripes
May this love infer for me whole
That I am an action, not just a soul

Bluntly, I sigh, so close to each beat
And then slow becomes my turn
As each broken sound is music on sheets
We all look up and to You we return

Late by two minutes, laughter of me below
The human pylon, the one rocked to and fro
Laughed at so sweetly, so pure and so true
I am here to see, that you all become you

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