there's a quiet song rumbling in my heart, it wants waves of freedom and a continuos spirit of fresh start. i know i am in this deep because i can't take it day by day. when i think of freedom my heart groes light - something tells me this means there isn't levity right now in my world. every time i blink it feels like a bee stings me directly under my right eye. this i can deal with. i can't, however, deal with the sickness of the spirit. it's isn't a lack of strength, i need help to be meek. to say i need a loving hand in my life. the smell of lillac in my nose the sparks of the hammer on my skin.
i need the healing that only comes with being cut down. the rambler, the gambler, the back biter, the liar - the midnight rider, this ain't what i am gonna get but that's because, like John, on bended knee i come. i admit i am a gambler, a rambler, a midnight rider. i need the sweet salvation of assurity from the darkness, i can't run for long times anymore. my breath is week, my nights are haunted by a figure in black that has a touch much cooler than the dearly departed Man. a few nights ago the display on my stereo talked to me. it told me to do things, to go places, painful things, dangerous places. there is something in my house, and i am afraid, in my heart.
so i have this one hope, this one love, this one grace that can save me. there is precious little i can do for myself - but there is much to be done for my fellow man, for my love, for my Love, for my friends, for my family. so i will keep my head low and my feet moving. the road is narrow and the road is long, the rivers are deep and the mountains are tall but it only takes one step at a time. one more smile, one more mile, i don't think i can do things on my own. i never thought i needed help before, thought that i could get by by myself, now i know i just can't take it anymore, and with a humble heart, on bended knee i am begging you please for help.
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