Few

As part of Stories and other things I am ashamed of.

(I should probably clarify that this isn't an attempt at poetry. These were some old song lyrics.)

   3/5/2010

They’re coming in gently
They’re coming in, swimming as they lean
They’re coming and bringing down the mountains.

They’re coming oh so sweetly now
We’re coming home with grieving vows
We’re coming…. back again.

I say let’s go, but you say “no!”

I see what’s going down,
you say “what’s the hurry?”
We’re blowing down the river, steeply sighing deeply within.

I know the clouds are forming
I know the skies are boring
I tell you to look outside, plea for yourself with what you know.

But you know…
It doesn’t take so much time
to see what’s on your mind
It only takes someone to care, to care.

Now it takes someone
to care about your faith
to care about your life
to disagree with whatever you decide
you’re blind in everything
but looking for love again
go ahead and breathe your sin.

One death tomorrow
clings to you
Do you even know?

One death, today
it snatches you
before you can run away.