Some Old Guy's
Writings
All Creation
Pushing on
Days without the sun
No voice to tell me how
What am I doing now?
Waiting here
Thoughts remain unclear
Words I cannot find
Lost inside my mind
Don't wanna lie here on the ground
Until the angels' trumpets sound
I gotta be there where you are
Before they take away the stars
Time
I'm gonna grab it by the arms until you're
Mine
I'm gonna fly us up until we touch the
Sky
Where you won't have to ask me why
'Cause
We'll be looking down all creation
For which you are the reason
Beating heart
Moonlight in the dark
Fears start to emerge
Gone without a word
Look again
There I see you stand
The vision of your face
Then I count the days
Don't wanna stay behind the shadows
Where there's no hope of tomorrow
I gotta be there where you are
Before they take away the stars