Tie My Hands and Pray
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So yet another wave
Crashes down upon my stone heart,
Filling in the keyhole
Made for the hand of God.
In this sea of flame,
The sun is no longer visible
For the iridescent lights
Drown it away.
Though the moon is bright and cold,
It’s too small for me to see.
I am surrounded
By a harsh different life.
I’m yet another spark
With the others of glory,
With the others of hate,
I’m yet another spark
That detonates with delicacy.
She’s in the water,
I’m too burnt to reach out anymore.
I’d cripple and fall
Then drown below her.
I’m eaten, and she’s young,
I’d never see such a beautiful sight.
Little hearts are laughing,
Little hearts, little dreams.
I’m too big to fit inside.
I’m too big to sing along.
So yet another wave
Crashes down upon my stone heart.
A different kind of wave that fills the keyhole
That was made for the hand of God.
Though his strong hand,
Though his mighty presence,
He’ll depart that wave one day.
And just maybe I’ll see.
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