but tonight i am burning

sometimes the rage is bad
and i am so mad
that i could burn to the ground
every church to be found

i know these feelings wont last
and the hardships become past
but tonight i am burning
my soul is twisting and turning

its hurting its hurting
there is no comforting
there is no release
there is no cure to this disease

of fates bitter tonic

its burning inside
is it my pride?
and how to i hide
the rage that has me fried?

all the promises torn
drives ever deeper the thorn
of fates bitter tonic
turning my thoughts demonic

rise above is the command
and offer a helping hand
to those who sought my decline
turning the other cheek is divine

to thee above i trust

where do i stand?
somewhere in this great land
i must meet my destiny
my touch of divinity

i take it slow
and try to not be low
to thee above i trust
my life i must

i seek a grace that chooses
to love me despite my bruises
and is not tied
by blood on my side

closer to each of us

you want to live
only to never give
love freely to another
only that will ease your hunger

its a simple thing
to give what we would bring
closer to each of us
a concept called 'trust'

love like it will not be broken
love like you are no mere token
love like it will be the last chance
love like it will be the last dance

absolutely beautiful