Listen to the tales and romanticize
How we follow the path of the hero.
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun.
How we rised to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize.
Our way into the arms of the savior.
Fading all the trials and the tribulations.
None of us have actually been there,
not like you
Ignorant fibbers in the congregation.
Gather around spewing sympathy.
Spare me...
None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
Blinded by choices hypocrites won't seek.
But nothing but the collective Judas',
Who could deny you were the one who would have made it.
You'll have a piece of the divine.
This little light of mine.
The gift you passed onto me.
I'll let it shine.
To guide you safely on your way.
Your way home.
What are they going to do when the lights go down.
Without you guide them home to Zion.
What are they going to do when the river is overrun.
Other than tremble incessantly.
High as a wave but I'll rise on up on the ground.
You are a light, and a wave, that they will only read about.
I only pray, heaven knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home...
You're the only one who can hold your head up high.
Shake your fist at the gates saying:
I have come home now...
Fetch me the spirit,
the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now, my time now
Give me my, give me my, wings.
Give me my,
give me my wings.
You are a light, a wave,
that they will only read about.
Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance.
Burning all through tossed upon non-believers.
You were my witness,
my eyes, my evidence
Judith Marie, unconditional one.
Daylight dims,
leaving cold fluorescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion.
Should you see your maker's face tonight.
Look them in the eye,
look them in the eye, and tell them,
I never lived a lie, never took a life,
but surely saved one, hallelujah,
it's time for you to bring me home...
