Saving Grace A Poet's Burial
To write another song of heartbreak.
To lose the will to live again.
To write another song of hatred.
To feel the urge to kill again.
To feel the urge to kill again.
To feel the urge to kill!
To write another song of heartbreak.
To lose the will to live again.
To write another song of hatred.
To feel the urge to kill again.
The same old tired numbness.
Nothing different but the pen.
I’m bleeding nonetheless.
I don’t think I’ll try again.
Instead I’ll draw close to Christ
and prove myself to Him.
x 2
I find me all by myself again
and see that I am free from within.
x 4
The urge to seek the comfort of another
angel’s arms has died with everything else...
x 2
I’m dead to you...
Solitude is safety
in my own arms.
x 3
