Martyrs and Theives
There's a place in the darkness I use to cling to. That presses harsh hope against time. In the absence of martyrs there's a presence of thieves. who only want to rob you blind. They steal away any sense of peace, tho I'm a king. I'm a king on my knees. And I know they are wrong when they say I am strong. As the darkness covers me. So I turn on the light and reveal all the glory, I am not afraid. To bear all my weakness, knowing in meekness, I have a kingdom to gain. Where there is peace and Love in the Light in the Light, I am not afraid. To let your light shine bright in my life In my life. There are ghosts from my past who have owned more of my soul. Than I thought I had given away. They linger in closets and under my bed. And in pictures less proudly dis-played. A great fool in my Life I have been. Have squandered til pallid and thin. Hung my head in shame and refused to take blame. From darkness I know I've let win. Can you hear me? can you hear me?