I had a heart, that tore asunder.
My bleeding wills brought senseless blunders
Yet while I sin, yet while i wail,
You raise the sail, through storm and gale.
there I go when I walk
to silence evil talk
to make the red sea drown
the burdens that have bound
inside the walls of fear
that take these simple tears
and blame them on the ears that cannot hear
though the moment seems alarming
vanity is charming
and through the curse disarming
to the core of what is harming
a faith that's metered out
in metronome display
where the constant is a beggar in the fray
now the music of the night
sounds like magic to my plight
as I push the distant dreams
into sanity's obscene
dark corridor of grievances
as greed and power balances
the madness as I trample under foot
and the good and bad alike
tend to blend in my new spite
and my friends become well chosen
till the choice is of exclusion
so my sight turns bleaker
and the weak become weaker
it's wrong but I don't know it till it kills
I had a heart, that tore asunder.
My bleeding wills brought senseless blunders
Yet while I sin, yet while i wail,
You raise the sail, through storm and gale.
now the madness overtaken
as blood for this perdition
has made itself uncertain
of how to raise the curtain
on all the joy in life
and the funeral's respite
to take away the horror of this curse
but the demon wants to stay
like a child it wants to play
to run into the places
where the Holy Spirit chases
and the devil seems content
to make easy my lament
as a stoic in the doubter's game of waste
but if I doubt that I am thinking
then I'm thinking of the doubting
and by rights that makes me wrong
if I doubt that I am strong
for the Father makes quite clear
how the Son will soon appear
to be the judge of every action in my being
but more than perfect justice
He shall swarm me with forgiveness
when belief becomes my witness:
His blood takes away my sickness
and the tears that will be shed
are wiped away by he who bled
and whispers "Well done, thou good and faithful servant!"
I had a heart, that tore asunder.
my bleeding wills brought senseless blunders
yet while I sin, yet while i wail,
You raise the sail, through storm and gale.
