Humanity
crazy world
We're lost, it seems
Somewhere in the in-between
Can no one see
Where the hell we are going?
As the days go by faster and faster with no sign of slowing down
We're all living in a crazy world
We're all living in a crazy world
It's so easy now to lose your soul
It's so easy to forget the whole
Point of why we're even here
Cause we're all living in a crazy world
We're lost at sea
Drowning underneath the waves
We sow these seeds
and copyright ‘Jesus saves’
We all have dreams
That get lost along the way
Torn at the seams
They fade and begin to fray
As the days go by faster and faster with no sign of slowing down
We're all living in a crazy world
We're all living in a crazy world
It's so easy now to lose your soul
It's so easy to forget the whole
Point of why we're even here
Cause we're all living in a crazy world
This crazy world
Has gotten so fucked up
There's nowhere else to go
To get away from everyone
We're all living in a crazy world
We're all living in a crazy world
We're all living in a crazy world
It's so easy now to lose your soul
It's so easy to forget the whole
Point of why we're even here
Cause we're all living in a crazy world
Living in a crazy world
Living in a crazy world
Living in a crazy world
(Fade out)
The Silence Between Tears
The day fell like a crumpled note,
tossed into the wastebasket of time,
a whisper, a cough, a footstep fading,
the sound of nothing,
the echo of things left unsaid.
I walked through streets without pavement,
over stones that remembered me not.
Each window was an eye, unblinking,
a stare of glass indifferent to grief.
The wind pressed against my cheek,
not a caress, not a blow,
just a presence,
like the weight of a name no longer called.
I did not weep, though my heart did,
a different kind of pain,
a betrayal of the body's rituals.
Tears demand permission,
but silence sneaks in, unbidden,
settles between the ribs,
lodges behind the throat,
a ghost pressing against the edges of breath.
And so the hours unravelled,
like a frayed sleeve in a forgotten coat,
threadbare, loose at the seams,
and still I walked,
searching for the shape of sorrow,
in the absence of rain.
Night came in its sensible shoes,
soft-footed, practical, gray.
No stars, no moon,
only the hum of a world
that did not know I was breaking.
I sat on the edge of the bed,
hands resting like relics on my knees.
And the heart wept again,
as it always does,
quietly,
where no one can see.