christian
living out the best years of my life!
slogging it out down at nbs..
eating sleeping stoning
guit bass keyboard drums
cycling sleeping
would rather be slacking around
the only work i'll be doing is poring over textbooks...
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Layout: vehemency
it's not a sacrifice if costs you nothing.
it hurts so much to think of this
so from my thoughts i will exclude
the very thing that
i hate more than everything is
the way i'm powerless
to dictate my own moods
i've thrown away
so many things that could've been much more
and i just pray
my problems go away if they're ignored
but that's not the way it works
no that's not the way it works
when i go down
i go down hard
and i take everything i've learned
and teach myself some disregard
when i go down
it hurts to hit the bottom
and of the things that got me there
i think, if only i had fought them
if and when can
clear myself of this clouded mind
i'll watch myself settle down
into a place where
peace can search me out and find
that i'm so ready to be found
i've thrown away
the hope i had in friendships
I've thrown away
so many things that could have been much more
i've thrown away
the secret to find an end to this
and i just pray
my problems go away if they're ignored
but that's not the way it works
no that's not the way it works
any control i thought i had just slips right through my hands
while my ever-present conscience shakes its head and reprimands me
reprimands me
then and there
i confess
i'll blame all this on my selfishness
yet You love me
and that consumes me
and i'll stand up again
and do so willingly
You give me hope, and hope it gives me life
You touch my heavy heart, and when you do you make it light
as i exhale i hear Your voice
and i answer You, though i hardly make a noise
and from my lips the words i choose to say
seem pathetic, but it's fallen man's praise
because i love You
oh God, i love you
and life is now worth living
if only because of You
and when they say that i'm dead and gone
it won't be further from the truth
when i go down
i lift my eyes to You
i won't look very far
cause You'll be there
with open arms
to lift me up again
to lift me up again
if that were in fact the case, perhaps there'd be something more worth doing.
Your will above all else, my purpose remains
the art of losing myself, in bringing You praise
“Only faith vouches for the connection. No empirical proof could establish it."
-C.S. Lewis
and catch the train to work all over again
I see the same old people walking by
Just like the other day I don't see a smile
How do I break free from this
How do I live my life to
show that I am free
I wanna fly over the mountains
I wanna soar over the seas
I wanna glide over the flowers and the trees
I wanna fly without a harness
I wanna run without these shackles on my feet
Oh because I know I'm free
I am not afraid
I am not afraid
I am not afraid to fall because of You
A sunday morning I wake up again
and for some reason it feels like a new day
And as I drive to church I wonder why
On monday mornings why do I feel so dry
I wanna break free from this
I wanna live my life to
show that I am free
lessons learnt, we seldom do forget;
oft, too late their purpose only met.
was it referencial avoidance?
it would have stayed, perhaps, had some things been left an unveiled mystery.
but that it took so long in the first place made the resulting not much of a surprise, though encouragingly disappointing.
either way, why do the signposts still direct me to that same destination?
more importantly, how do we get there?
it's february already. and yet it seems like it's still the holidays.
lotsa slacking, sleeping and stuff, but little motivation to have anything to do with work.
but the 'fun' times are just about to begin... back to the all-so-familliar grind again...
wake me up, please.