So I sit here at my table as the sun is goin down
I'm surrounded by forgiveness but feel the heaviness come down
The sun showed out its brightness through the glory of the day
But my eyes only see in shades of gray.
I want to pray to God but I don't think he's really there
To feel a glorious purpose through the thinness of the air
I hear the conversations, think they're shallow and obscene
but their smiles expose the emptiness is me.
I wander down the twisted roads of thoughts inside my mind
That if I tried to say them there's no words around to find
A cavern with no light and waters deep and dark and still
I'd reach beneath the surface but I can't survive the chill.
I'll lay my head to rest and know that sleep is loathe to come
And then the visions rise and leave me waken, cold and numb
then in the evanescent morning I will rise to face the day
and love the sun but know that I wont feel it anyway.
