skipbeat
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- May 24, 2010
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In a free world I would have been brave and asked you...
why you keep hurting me…
but this isn't a free world and I'm not brave.
I've seen the look in her eyes when she spoke.
I'd say there is no hope but I have no voice here.
In her world all things are silent except for her.
She's a kind ruler they say.
Is it fear that keeps the truth from thy people's lips?
Or am I truly living in a world of my enemies.
Set to strip me of thy truth which is my only garment.
Am I not at liberty to speak thy words?
In a world so cruel and insensitive to my desires..
I'm walking on glass today and on thin ice tomorrow.
I cannot see through the fog yet my hope stays steadfast through all my trials.
A child of your own bare hands...
Filled with scars..
Scars of my mistakes.
They take my voice and all my beings.
You give them the strength to overpower all of me.
The strength to turn my spirit into a spirit of vengeance..
Yet you give them no power over my heart.
What is the reason to keep your child alive to feel nothing but sorrow?
You make me stronger
And stronger..
Through my trials I take your name and crucify it upon the cross again and again.
Again and again you let them strike me down.
With each blow I'm only getting stronger and stronger.
How much would you have to pull me through for me to know how deep and pure your love is?
Am I so blind that I can't hear the voice of a savior?
"My savior lives" my heart whispers to me.
"Then why do you suffer?" my demons taunt her back.
Then my soul speaks of words so pure...even the darkness stills itself and heeds to her beautiful and sorrowful melody of a rising saint.
My soul proclaims the goodness of the Lord.
Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Maranatha was her last word.
why you keep hurting me…
but this isn't a free world and I'm not brave.
I've seen the look in her eyes when she spoke.
I'd say there is no hope but I have no voice here.
In her world all things are silent except for her.
She's a kind ruler they say.
Is it fear that keeps the truth from thy people's lips?
Or am I truly living in a world of my enemies.
Set to strip me of thy truth which is my only garment.
Am I not at liberty to speak thy words?
In a world so cruel and insensitive to my desires..
I'm walking on glass today and on thin ice tomorrow.
I cannot see through the fog yet my hope stays steadfast through all my trials.
A child of your own bare hands...
Filled with scars..
Scars of my mistakes.
They take my voice and all my beings.
You give them the strength to overpower all of me.
The strength to turn my spirit into a spirit of vengeance..
Yet you give them no power over my heart.
What is the reason to keep your child alive to feel nothing but sorrow?
You make me stronger
And stronger..
Through my trials I take your name and crucify it upon the cross again and again.
Again and again you let them strike me down.
With each blow I'm only getting stronger and stronger.
How much would you have to pull me through for me to know how deep and pure your love is?
Am I so blind that I can't hear the voice of a savior?
"My savior lives" my heart whispers to me.
"Then why do you suffer?" my demons taunt her back.
Then my soul speaks of words so pure...even the darkness stills itself and heeds to her beautiful and sorrowful melody of a rising saint.
My soul proclaims the goodness of the Lord.
Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Maranatha was her last word.
