Some people make me sad
They walk past me with the rattle of buried bodies in their skeletons
And I am interested in why they haven't dropped them off yet
Or they have gotten so comfortable with the weight of death on their backs
And I wonder if they have seen stars in their eyes and moons beneath their smirks
But you can tell that a mirror would only give them nightmares
And I wish I could wake them up
Un-tuck them from the comfort of lonely and remind them that some dreams do come true
That a heart with chameleon like pain won't always be that colour
Even though the past and present haunt them like a vengeful eternity
Scaring the peace out of their faith
I place my two fingers next to their weary hands
And pinky promise them that worship isn't too far from their reach as long as they are willing to try
Willing to crawl with dying hope to the edge of the throne of mercy
Drag their weak hearts into the castle skies of David's God
And beg for Him to reign (rain) there with no umbrella
Just heaven disrupting the hell imprisoned beneath their ribcage
Filling your lungs with songs that have been too scared to fly
It is okay
Your earthly tears will be a means for praise
The day that you see your King's face and he wipes them away
So smile because peace is coming
