I’ve been sitting here for ten long years wondering where you’ve been and where I went wrong. If art was a canvas full of empty words plucked out at random like pretentious slurs I’d scream my lungs out for fear that you did not hear me wandering around in the darkness all alone. Save my soul… save my soul.
You said you’d be there. Even though I know that no one else seems to cares I long to see your face. Like Adam and Eve after they had to leave, I just want to come home. How much longer will I have to wait? How much longer will I have to wait? Save my soul… save my soul.
I threw my compass against the rock. Now it’s broke and I can’t get back. Like Peter when he stepped out the boat to walk on the waves. I just want to be brave. Going to trim my lamp and wait on the side of the road all alone.
Oh my God, what have I done to deserve the endless sea of epiphanies that always lead to grief? Part the seas of iniquity that I might see through a glass darkly. Spit in the mud and rub it in my eye that I might see past the lie that you weren’t enough. It’s always been about your love. Save my soul… save my soul.