that takes my breath away,
Don't stop, I mean please stop!
My hearts deceit, all lies in me.
If it is you brick layer, slayer of my soul,
If it is you there with perfect bricks,
Precisioned to wall me out...slayer layer.
If it is you?
Telling me bow.
If it you making me weep.
If it is your bricks I see,
Decal not enough for what you do.
Need splendid opera commercials of
Your talent!
Well back to my woe...
if it is you I love?
It's as if you are off to war,
And I sit waiting to live,
To feel my heart again,
Because it's not for another.
Though I try and try.
If it is not these voices yelling now?
I don't understand what you want!
Why do you come at me?
Why this high brick wall of precision?
Why this not knowing if you breathe?
Why all of this God...was there always this book
Inside me?
I am weary of loving knot knowing.
Want to stop wasting time...ask You God to finish
What You started.
Fading hope, diminished resources suffocate me to others.
I have no choice, no choice!
Please God!
Brick by brick, crumble his walls.
If it is You that I love...God.
Because I said teach me how to trust a man.
If it is You God in all this, I trust.
Believe...Bricks of precision.
Talent is not free...
Neither is trust.