I stay awake, lying in bed for hours.
My imagination over-powers.
Pictures form up on my ceiling.
A girl alone... So, why is she kneeling?
At first, I could not comprehend.
Time passes, I see this girl has sinned.
The consequences bring suffering.
Above her head is hovering
The light that brings her to a place
Where carved in stone is every trace
Of things she's done... Mistakes she made.
It is time for her to make a trade.
Her life for pain and all her fears.
It's enough to bring this girl to tears.
She begs and trembles... bends to one knee.
My mind brings back what at first I did see.
This time though, that girl is me.
What judgment could I have rightfully passed?
Those hateful thoughts did not last.
For, when I looked into my eyes,
I saw the glaze of my disguise.
But, no longer would my tears bring grace.
They no longer provide a hiding place.
This time my responsibilities
Are mine to carry, no passing the keys.
The light, she follows to the stairs.
She turns back, the pictures tears.
Now, she is looking back at me.
I stare at who I used to be
Before I crawled into my bed.
So, I turn over and rest my head.
When morning comes and I rise
I'll see the world through different eyes.
All of us known as sinners of the earth
Are beautiful for what it’s worth.
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