Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Smoke

"when everything you know seems so untrue
when I'm lost in a place that I thought I knew 
give me some way that I might find you"

chaos, confusion
they race through like wildfire in the house of my mind,
clouded by the smoke,
ashes of it beneath my feet
bring water to quench these flames
time to clear this haze
to the carpenter from the cross, 
rebuild your house






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