In the morning of my birthing I will walk the will of God Water falls in tears of living oh the soft pain of my life Wild the vision of my beginning in days of early strife Count the blessings of the father in my hours of faith Touch my soul in a crying of death defying hurt and grace No man can ever pull all the strings that hold my heart Comfort my all my yearnings in a valley deep in hope Values drip screams in will trying to hold voice Shame takes its place in heart bleeding on love Silver pieces and oil soaked hair escape from man Trouble keeps me in the hold of a sad memory Can you not keep me free of this feeling please Lady of the hour take the soul and let it rest Stop please stop in the will escaping burden and pain left Will you carry part of me to a rest in peace needed now Bleeding heart of the son glows in my tired eyes Tiger of lamb keeps the pardon moving past the image given I need a palace a place to sleep Oh Lord why have I failed you this time Fingers touch me to the soul of a mixed and troubled mind Last victim stops to see you a child take my hand there is a place for you Taste me one more time before I go past the river of dreams and lost souls seeking Little child of my memory takes to a rivers deep in the valley of the shadow of death I sleep Wanton body stops in black pages filled by color exploding to read words dead Craft is seen as the will and the light a bridge that enters earth to heaven to hell Milling stones of hatred hand about my neck in view come and believe as I believe in you Pick the bones clean to soul and faith lingering in only nightmares kept dripping So lost in fear and reason reaching for air losing each part I know of me Angels of a guardian touch me releasing all the sorrow that I still hold in keeping Gone all is gone nothing left only shadows of what was and is empty as is my soul Eyes stop searching the horizon and I cry from the depth of being the lies the lies In the vision I have left I can seem to release all the guilt I have built in pursuit of greed Earth reeks of man and the stench is real as time lives the ruminants of a mistake Face is scared forever as light fails and the crust splits gobbling up all Let tin plated path All my world is exploding into a kaleidoscope of lost purpose in lingering sleep Walls collapse and the will of God has been tested to his limits and all truth is consumed Flames rip and travel from end to end as the nashing of teeth is final all left empty but free