Falling

September 2006

 

I feel as if I’m falling–

Really free-falling this time.

I can’t see the bottom

Of this sinking feeling of mine.

 

People talking over me,

Through me, beside and all around.

I’m screaming loud

And my fists begin to pound.

 

Let me out of this prison you’ve constructed.

I want no part of this greed and self-destruction.

I don’t care what you take from me.

There is nothing left to lose, you see?

 

The thought your faith could fill it…

Alarms my conscience still.

 

I cannot be the man I think I am.

I cannot be living this life.

I cannot analyze this mind.

There are no reasons why.

 

The thought your faith could fill it…

Alarms my conscience still.

 

I don’t need to stoop so low.

I am not the lost boy you think you know.

I forgive you for the past.

I have found a peace at last.

 

The thought your faith could fill it…

The thought your faith could steal it…

Alarms my conscience still.