Well, I have to lose my drive and my clubs.
Nothing I could say
Stronger than
I can see
I will always sing
I am
waiting here
I am
waiting here
I am waiting here
Found it I could stay
Stronger than
I can see
I will
always stay
I
am
waiting here
I
am
waiting here
One man built his home on a solid rock foundation,
and when the storm whipped the hurricane's
gain, it stood.
The other man built his home on sand,
and when the hurricane came, his home crumpled
and fell.
Both of these houses,
the Jesus Health House,
stood until the storm came.
And there are many of you that live in houses,
live in homes that were built on the sand,
wasn't built upon the rock,
didn't have the right foundation,
and your home is in
trouble.
And the trouble is largely because of you,
some of you.
The streets pass in a thick fog,
strangers kissing strangers,
cars floating by on winds
of exhaust.
I keep to the middle of the pavement,
careful not to bump into anyone,
keeping my face down
so no one can see me crying.
The wind picks up,
throwing plastic bags and crisp packets
into the paths of children and passing bicycles.
All is so quiet,
at least to me it is.
All
is so quiet,
the sky seems like it's pressing down on us,
trying to squeeze the air out
of our lungs,
trying to reclaim what it gave us.
The smell of incense passes from a shrine
lost in the chaos of this metropolis,
where small shaved heads bow and mutter the words
that
saved them.
I cast them a glass,
watch their mournful eyes,
hear the sounds from these slaves of ethics,
and I find a calm ocean in my heart,
where at least my life is not salt.
I am still me,
though perhaps that's not so clear.
The rain begins,
all the heavens begin to pour,
the streets clear,
and I begin to smile.
For
now I am alone in the city of angels,
alone to roam and wander, my footsteps have been
left behind
in a haste of departure.
It is now that the city is,
when all faces and sounds
are gone,
and nature once again flourishes.
It is here I taste the rain,
the sour rain,
and grin at the fog and clouds that have
passed by and settled to obscure the sky.
It is here
that I am at home,
here that I lie,
here that I smile.
It is truly here
I am at home,
at
home with the elements,
at home with my ghosts.