~Repetitive~
Am I the one to blame for this?
Some how it all ends up the same.
Walking on the water, in sweet bliss.
I never stopped calling his name.
And then I turn to see his hands not there.
sinking I wonder...
Am I to blame for this whole scare?
Do I dare?

Am I to regret these feelings?
Am I to lose what was healing...
once again?
Should I my friend?
Should I my friend?

Will I regret it?
When all these poems, they fade away?
Would I regret it?
When the price of Joy's too much to pay?
Will I regret it?
I just may.
I just may.

Heartache never seems to cease.
My old friend...
My pain has become my peace.
Should it increase?
Should it increase?

And I guess I'm just at a loss.
As to why God wants me to carry another's cross?
Am I to bear this pain alone?
Would my seconds of peace atone?
Or has my life become just a "Koan"?
Have my statements made any sense?
Should I pay my grief with my own penance?
All I ask is that you come like a thief...
Or take this grief.
Take this grief.

I'm shaking like a leaf...
Because you're love is more then I can bear.
More then they're jeers.
More abundant then my tears.
More powerful then my fears.
More painful then what sere's.
My heart's on fire...
Lord draw near.
Lord draw near.

~Bruised Petals~

I'm the man with roses in his pockets,
Bruising with every mile.
Laughing while I walk,
But I'm without a smile.
Heavy burden,
Heavy load,
Heavy times upon this road.
Waste my mind,
Use my heart.
Unstack these peices,
To take me all apart.

And I'm free,
But there's roses in my pockets.
And I'm free,
With hearts bound up like lockets.

Curse these sayings,
And forget these talks.
Although I've needed them
Upon these walks.

I'm traveling upon this road,
But this time isn't my all.
Bruising roses in my pockets,
As petals begin to fall.

~Cost Of Rags~

Slowly falling...
And I'm alone.
Freefalling...
Brought down by your stone.
I'm fearfull about the landing,
I expect nothing less.
Tears on my face,
Turn to my knees,
Crying in Solace.

It's gone!
No matter what I do,
I can't fix me!
No matter what I do,
These chains... They stil bind me.
I'm caught in the middle of paying so much,
Yet receiving so little.
I can hardly remember me,
Traces of what I could be.

Break me, Burn me.
Build me, Mould me.
Father just hold me.

I'm at peace with you...
I'm at peace.

(Father this poem was yours before I even started)