Gone

Gone

Reaching into the unknown
My hope in the hands of a Savior
I hope
Hope for a new reality
That is not my own
Not the past that weighs me down
Nor the present that brings me down
I dream
Dreaming of the day I am free
Free like never before
Free as the sky that moves
Into a system of belief that I am OK

Sung
I have sung this song before
Yet this time
I will reach a higher pitch
Higher on the peak of Joy
And my old self


Gone
Senseless me
My mind in the absence of me,
No time for truth nor presence
Or anything that makes sense
I hear the clock tick and the birds
Sing and the wind roar
And I sit in awe at springs door
I know the crickets will come
And all that makes my dear sons
laugh and run around
These noises are songs of my heart
And all the stuff that makes sense