Underground_Network
June 5th, 2009, 07:42 PM
When all that's left is faith
You grab a hold of that cherished bible,
With its worn binding,
And its color now a musty brown;
And you flip through the dust covered pages
And breathe in.
You take in the dust, the oxygen, and the particles of belief
And you smile, overcome by some unknown sensation
That causes all of your muscles to loosen and rejoice;
And you let out a joyful sigh and start to slide out of your seat...
But you catch yourself before you fall, and you find that one page
That reads: "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."
And your smile strengthens, held in place,
Seemingly permanent like the sensation that has overcome your entire body,
You can't feel your legs and you find yourself
In the most blissful place imaginable.
You are floating on air, surrounded by a golden aura
Of incredible everythingness.
You feel like the world,
You feel like you are on top of the world,
You feel like it will all work out.
You feel greater than you ever have before.
You feel that faith has given you a second chance.
You feel like God is there for you...
You remember two years ago
When you were sitting on the curb
Just outside of your cramped apartment.
You were waiting for him to show,
But he never did. He never came.
And a tear slowly descended from your eye...
That tear hit the ground, it splashed
And you were overcome with a realization,
That maybe if you had something to hold onto,
(That musty brown, worn down bible)
You could have something to look forward to
And rejection wouldn't hurt so bad.
But now you find yourself in such a blissful state
That the line between reality and fantasy is a blur,
And you'll never find your way again.
You're happy, but you've lost all strains of sanity.
"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."
But you will never weep again...
You grab a hold of that cherished bible,
With its worn binding,
And its color now a musty brown;
And you flip through the dust covered pages
And breathe in.
You take in the dust, the oxygen, and the particles of belief
And you smile, overcome by some unknown sensation
That causes all of your muscles to loosen and rejoice;
And you let out a joyful sigh and start to slide out of your seat...
But you catch yourself before you fall, and you find that one page
That reads: "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."
And your smile strengthens, held in place,
Seemingly permanent like the sensation that has overcome your entire body,
You can't feel your legs and you find yourself
In the most blissful place imaginable.
You are floating on air, surrounded by a golden aura
Of incredible everythingness.
You feel like the world,
You feel like you are on top of the world,
You feel like it will all work out.
You feel greater than you ever have before.
You feel that faith has given you a second chance.
You feel like God is there for you...
You remember two years ago
When you were sitting on the curb
Just outside of your cramped apartment.
You were waiting for him to show,
But he never did. He never came.
And a tear slowly descended from your eye...
That tear hit the ground, it splashed
And you were overcome with a realization,
That maybe if you had something to hold onto,
(That musty brown, worn down bible)
You could have something to look forward to
And rejection wouldn't hurt so bad.
But now you find yourself in such a blissful state
That the line between reality and fantasy is a blur,
And you'll never find your way again.
You're happy, but you've lost all strains of sanity.
"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."
But you will never weep again...