Honesty

The shaking of my hands
betray a raging battle
between my soul and skin
for the hill of my mind

But i'm afraid to fight
cause i know You will win
and i just want the glory
for myself, for myself

My prideful heart longs for
someone to fill it up
with complementary words
and blessings of the tongue

and I dont care
who i have to kill
just so long as
i get my way, my way

I hide my broken bones
within this whitewashed tomb
where no eye can see
the chaos that ensues

Let my anger die
Nailed to Your cross
That these bones may rise
from the tomb, from the tomb

Let my anger die
Nailed to your cross
that these bones may rise
from the tomb, from the tomb

These words dont give peace
Cause it's in silence you will find
The roaring whispering
It's been there all the time

  posted by Andy @ 1:07 AM