thoughts of we

I hate to say, though I say, I was right in the end. See through The grief, whoa be me, for now we all shell see. This little light, though it shines, yet it’s starting to dim. It’s just so crazy yet amazing as we try to pretend. See what you see, ain’t just me it’s the image of we. Why can’t you see, what I mean, as I’m screaming lord please. Insanely sane, yet don’t the rain, fills up your heart with the peace. You feel the shame and the pain as the happiness peaks. With all this joy, in our souls, I know it’s hard to believe. We’re traumatized from the lies, and the truths from our deeds. And lord I know, that our souls, is fighting to be with thee. That’s why I know, when I go, is when you come and get me. For I can’t wait, to see the day, when we are all at the gates. And we will sing, as we pray, just me you and my baby. And as our loved ones circle around, we shell praise all glory to you. The only thing that worries me, is when will that day will truly be oh lord.