Is this talent or just emotion
Constructed in an ocean of sorrow
Tomorrow is another cup of tea
Pour the glass brim high
Not half dead, not half alive
Make it where there’s no question
With the exception of when love comes to me
Dissect belief until faith is all that’s left
In the sight of the unseen all is misunderstood
In the tension of water weight should not have stood
Is this Heaven or just perfection
Some source of divine direction
Course set in unwavering stone
Words spoken inaudibly
Not by threat, not by subtly
But through precise fulfillment of scripture
The perfect picture painted by the Man on the Throne
Dissect belief until faith is all that’s left
In the sight of the unseen all is misunderstood
In the tension of water weight should have not stood
Hands and feet under Instruction
Killed deceit and corruption
Dissect belief until faith is all that’s left
But not any further