(2014)
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise