Somewhere beyond the blue
Somewhere between my wound and the thrusting spear
Somewhere between two sides of the truth
Somewhere picking up tear drops
Somewhere in the silence
Somewhere at the corner of my heart
Somewhere between my wound and the thrusting spear
Somewhere between two sides of the truth
Somewhere picking up tear drops
Somewhere in the silence
Somewhere at the corner of my heart
The very reason that saved my soul became the very weapon that pierced my heart.
I can only sit in shadow and wait for my piece of the clear sky.
If I had tasted grace and rejoiced in good times, I cannot whine now that it is shown to another.
I can only sit in shadow and wait for my piece of the clear sky.
Like a bird wailing for sunshine on a day the farmer desires rain.
I can only sit in shadow and wait for my piece of the clear sky.
I do not wish to harm the farmer though my existence may seem like a threat to him.
I can only sit in the shadow and wait for my piece of clear sky.
My wings are frail and my heart is weary. I couldn’t fly on a rainy day.
I can only sit in the shadow and wait for my piece of clear sky.
I can only sit in the shadow and wait for my piece of clear sky.
Where is God when it hurts?
Somewhere in another’s excuse
Somewhere in tomorrow
Somewhere in the shadow
Waiting for my piece of clear sky.
Somewhere in another’s excuse
Somewhere in tomorrow
Somewhere in the shadow
Waiting for my piece of clear sky.
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| Big birds don’t cry. Image taken from book cover of “Don’t cry, Big Bird” |