just a sad song

my tears do not say enough
my tears offer you no love
my tears fall short

my heart's stops; overcome
by the things i havent done
i was meant for more

i just want to show you that i care
but its hard when i cant be there
so i guess i am sorry that i cant be sorry enough for you
and i dont know what else there is that i can do

but if you could see these eyes
heart my heart
you'd realize
i'm torn apart
for you

i just want to show you that i care
but its hard when i cant be there
so i guess i am sorry that i cant be sorry enough for you
and i dont know what else there is that i can do

Jesus Jesus
how real you are in my life i cant help but find you.

but what about in theirs?
are you really that strong?
really that caring?

these problems are huge
none of deserve it
how do you choose?

you are so beyond me
so beyond me...

sometimes i dont want to need you
sometimes i find it hard to believe you

find it hard to pray when you already know what i am gonna say
find hard to repent
hard to worship

bring the rain flood down again

words fall short of ears when the voice is hard to hear
but more often they fail when they come from contradictory lips

you word is not all you have
but it is definately worth protecting

the people that hear you most often can tell you whether or not you are worth listening to.
they can tell you if your trustworthy.

the people who you want to affect and bless are listening to what you are saying.
so let your yes be yes and let your no be careful but firm

recognition of the past
withered like the grass
the life that could not last
the facts that came to pass

resurrected in their fate
into a world of pain
life given much to late
death shows all thats vain

the death of the west

in america, we live lives as sojourning slaves to death

it has become our greatest fear and our greatest threat

we grasp with desperate knuckles of persisting white

at this wilting flower that is carelessly called life

and then when at last our human hold proves too weak

we send our corpses down in glossy cases six feet deep

and if today I choose to laugh in death's calloused face

then these untimely timid men would label me insane

but I do not fret at their feeble words of spoken insolence

rather I am enraged that my generation's blind in ignorance  

some secrets that are death to know
can still steal hearts in curious lust
hearts that mistake the reapers curse
as yesterday's mislabeled woe

dont ask me to reveal the truth
for surely if i did
you'd see me as the setting sun
trying to rob you of your youth

but i beseech you from your soul to yearn
for the light shinning beyond the sky
for the hope that rest in a calm cocoon
and the force in lessons you dont want to learn

if i cannot to the world supply
something greater than that which is I
then I am just a fools mistake
and I steal every breath of air i take

and if its true of my sons
that they forget themselves when they are young
then the blame falls to me
and i have lived my life wastefully