lowers on my grave Jesus saves that’s the bitter taste of blackness

Eyes closed tight, pitch of night, starring into the face of blindness

If I’m possessed if I confess kneeling feeling the earth beneath

Stumbling mumbling it ends at the cross,

Undistinguished words make me complete.

Gazing, Raising, instinctively up, warmth to wrap the coldness

Draining, straining, all in me waning, to muster the faith of boldness

Teaching, reaching, outward and on, to touch what lays before me

Coping hoping to find a recall

Never disappointed in what I see.

We only live inside ourselves

Until someone takes us out of here

You got to stand for something

You’ve got to stop the sufferin