This weight of unrequite
Is enough to choke
All the air from these lungs
And make me black and blue
If only the rhythm
That the heart plays loud
Could beat to a different tune
Then I'd stop it all together
I'm sick of its sweet song
Teasing, taunting, flaunting, fleeting
Go ahead and call me wrong
But you can't deny the bleeding
Patience, patience, patience
It's all I ever hear or say
Patience, patience, patience
I seem to have run dry
Oh
I'm just so sick of its sweet song
Teasing, taunting, flaunting, fleeting
Go ahead and call me wrong
But you can't deny the bleeding
Father, what have I done wrong?
Where is my bride? Where has she been?
This is what it felt like?
To be abandoned by your beloved...
ALL ALONE
ALL ALONE
AT THE ALTAR
ALL ALONE
I long for your sweet song, Oh God
Healing, humbling, calming, completing
I'm sorry, I've been so very wrong
Please, please deny me this bleeding!
Pick me up
Dust me off
It's time to reclaim
Your bride
So...yeah. Go read my last blog too. It's rather new, and it contains a resolutions list as well as some confessions (those things I've been telling you about for like two months now)!
love you guys,
~@
I like the imagery you used within this song, especially in the first stanza. I also liked the transition to God and His bride, and showing the relationship between both scenarios. All in all a very well put together piece of work.
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