 10.000 Days
10.000 Days
Listen to the tales and romanticize how we'd follow the path of the hero.
Boast about a day when the rivers over run how we'd rise to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize our way into the arms of the savior.
Feigning all the Trials and tribulations but none of us have actually been there. Not like you.
Ignorant siblings and the congregation gather round spewing sympathy.
Spare me.
None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see.
But enough about the collective Judas.
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated your little piece of the divine?
This little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me,
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you Safely On your way.
Your way home.
What are they gonna do when the lights go down without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the river's over run other than tremble incessantly?
High is the way, but all eyes upon the ground.
You were the light and the way that they'll only read about.
I only pray heaven knows when to lift you out.
10 thousand days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home.
You're the only one who can hold your head up high, shake your fist at the gates, saying,
"I've come home.
now... Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now.
My time now.
Give me my wings."
Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance(with the )burden of proof
tossed upon the believers,
You were my witness, my eyes, and my evidence.
Judith Marie.
Unconditional one.
Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion,
but should you see your makers face tonight...
Look him in the eye. Look him in the eye.
Tell him,
"I never lived a lie, never took a life,
but surely saved one.
Halleluiah.
It's time for you to bring me home."
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