Wings For Marie (pt. 1)

You believed.
You believed in moments not conceived.
You believed in me.

A patient in spirit,
uncompromised.
Without us in your heart.
A light in your eyes that
ends all lies.

Vacant, broken.
Fell at the hands of
those moments that I wouldn’t see.
Cause you, you pray for me too.
What have I done to be a son to an angel?
What have I done to be worthy?

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence.
Difficult to see with this light.
Please forgive this selfish question, but
what am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?
She never told a lie.
Well might of told a lie.
But never lived one.
Didn’t have a life.
Didn’t have a life
but surely saved one...

Alright, now it’s time for us to let you go.


10,000 Days (Wings pt. 2)



Listen to the tales and romanticize
how we follow the path of the hero.
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
how we rised to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
our way into the arms of the savior.
Fading all the trials and the tribulations,
none of us have actually been there.

Not like you...

Ignorant fibbers in the congregation,
gather around spewing sympathy.
Spare me...

None of them can even hold a candle up to you,
Blinded by choices hypocrites won't seek.

But nothing but the collective Judas',
who could deny you were the one who would have made it?
You'll have a piece of the divine.

This little light of mine,
the gift you passed onto me,
I'll let it shine
to guide you safely on your way,
your way home...

What are they going to do when the lights go down
without you to guide them home to Zion?
What are they going to do when the river is overrun
other than tremble incessantly?

High as a wave but I’ll rise on up on the ground.
You are a light, and a wave, that they will only read about...
I only pray, heaven knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough,
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,
fetch me the spirit,
the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now, my time now.
Give me my, give me my wings ...

Give me my, give me my wings..."

You are a light, a wave
that they will only read about.

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,
burning all through tossed upon non-believers.
You were my witness,
my eyes, my evidence.
Judith Marie, unconditional one...

Daylight dims,
leaving cold fluorescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion...

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."