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