If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well, What you see is only on the surface. When you try to see the meaning, hidden underneath, The measure of the depth can be deceiving. The bottom has a rocky reputation You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare. From up above its hard to see but you know when youre there. On the bottom words are shallow. On the surface talk is cheap. You can only judge the distance by the company you keep In the eyes of the CONFESSOR. In the eyes of the Confessor, Theres no place you can hide. You cant hide from the eyes (of the Confessor) Dont you even try. In the eyes of the Confessor You cant tell a lie, You cannot tell a lie (to the Confessor) Strip you down to size, Naked as the day that you were born, Naked as the day that you were born. Take all the trauma, drama, comments, The guilt and doubt and shame The what ifs and if onlys The shackles and the chains The violence and aggresion, The pettiness and scorn, The jealousy and hatred, The tempest and discord, AND GIVE IT UP!
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 00:08:22 +0000