There’s dust in my eyes
And my lungs and my heart
What’s been joined as one
Can’t ever come apart
But my eyes they are dry
And my soul it is too
I’m here waiting and waiting
And waiting for you
Tag: Christian
Can you hear me, Father?
Can you hear me, Father?
Daddy’s gone, Mama’s home
Lying in the bed
Demons are in sister’s blood
Brother’s eyes are dead
I Shanghaied myself
But my shelf life
Is running out
I can’t stand stagnant any more
Toe the line
But don’t dare cross
It’s bully, boys
Just believe the boss
Go under the knife
‘Cause life’s about
Fitting in – that’s what you’re for
No
What you’re for
What you’re for
What you’re really for
Scintillate
Elevate
You daring, wild thing
Raise your voice
Amid the noise
But raise it up to sing
Dance to the drum
While they march to cope
They’ve got to march to cope
For the world turns on to spinning out
But you’ve turned to something more devout
You irrepressible gyroscope
Speed and pace
Ladder rat race
The time is now
And now is all you have
For stars align
And the oceans rise
Empires fall
And we realize
Our tiny size and how
We’ve somehow revolved into this havoc
But
What you’re for
What you’re for
What you’re really for
Scintillate
Elevate
You daring, wild thing
Raise your voice
Amid the noise
But raise it up to sing
Dance to the drum
While they march to cope
They’ve got to march to cope
For the world turns on to spinning out
But you’ve turned to something more devout
You irrepressible gyroscope
Axes shift and colossal breaks
Along the deep fault lines of society
Rock and sway
Buckle and fade
And yet
And yet
And yet
The gravity of your existence
Transcends this ashen substance
You have stardust in your veins
Your inherited bearings will remain
Despite the unsteady balance of this planet
This mortal coil circles faster
From disorder to disaster –
Yet you spin in time but not in tune with this orbit
For you are polarized
By the One who designed
The mere and vast intangible law of gravity
You spin wild, fleeting, fast
In your vapor-length solar path
But your stability is founded in eternity
You irrepressible, soul-bearing gyroscope
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Irrepressible Gyroscope – Stacia Joy
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