This little light of mine, the gift you passed onto me, I'm gonna let it shine, to guide you safely on your way. Your way home. High is the way but all eyes are upon the ground. You are the light and the way they'll only read about. You're going home. You're the only one who can hold your head up high, shake your fist at the gates saying "I have come home now!". Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance, burden of proof tossed upon the believers. You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence, unconditional one. Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents, difficult to see you in this light. Please forgive this bold suggestion, but should you see your maker's face tonight? Look him in the eye, look him in the eye and tell him I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one. Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home.
Loca y real
mayo 09, 2012
10000 days in the fire is long enough
This little light of mine, the gift you passed onto me, I'm gonna let it shine, to guide you safely on your way. Your way home. High is the way but all eyes are upon the ground. You are the light and the way they'll only read about. You're going home. You're the only one who can hold your head up high, shake your fist at the gates saying "I have come home now!". Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance, burden of proof tossed upon the believers. You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence, unconditional one. Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents, difficult to see you in this light. Please forgive this bold suggestion, but should you see your maker's face tonight? Look him in the eye, look him in the eye and tell him I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one. Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home.