Not A Word

Here we are unfaithful with our words

Choices made that separate life and

love leaving empty eyes and

hands that dare not touch the truth

Honestly dishonest this selfish pursuit

buried deep in a discord of faith

While not concerned with their hearts

(here we are unfaithful with our words)

discoveries overlooked entirely

What's in my mind what's written on my heart

What's remembered no more

The old is obsolete and the new will

make the old soon disappear

Though I feel wicked we can give good things

May my wealth be found and be worthy of my duty

I call for change to end this life I long only to hold true

To be a witness held by goodness held back by conviction

I truly am blowing in the wind

Without you holding me there would be nothing left to speak of

Even though I feel that I am less than the least

can I sing in the shadows of your wings

Where else might I sing but in the shadows of your wings?

Where else might I hide but in the shadows of your wings?

Where else?