"some things are sacred, baby
why have you gone and trampled them lately?
i guess it's just all a part of your way
you should be ashamed
i'm getting tired of fighting
i guess i should ask
'do i go quietly down?
do i kick? do i scream when i'm bound?
are you coming
to open the door?
are you near,
are you near, is it far?' "
--- sixpence none the richer, the waiting room
*** one leaf, makes me think of someone... the other, makes me think of something... i am bound in a way... trying to let go and yet couldn't... enlightened yet shrouded...
i have said time and again that i am letting God do what must be done... but there are still moments when i question... tempted to throw in the towel... but always... always... still holding on... why it is such... i am never certain... all i know is... i am here... waiting... and God is waiting with me...
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