I Know You Are

Pictures and portraits of the bodies of joy
Seeing them as if they embodied the boy
I can breathe since the death and decoy
Have vanished from the light of void

Just like hours ago, I felt the plea
Of the impending cry and the sacred bee
That came over my head and stung my knee
Now bending over and losing the One I need

In every jazz song there's the one odd chord
So seemingly, it's perfect, just as the love of our Lord
Even though it feels faint in the midst of discord
It's ever present, and I'm the one You're here for

The door is open, hanging off the broken cracked ceiling
And no matter how arrogance reigns, I find myself kneeling
Words disappear when I attempt at what I'm feeling
But I'm finding my geography as the dead skin is peeling