G.A.D. - Mr. J. Medeiros

Father forgive me I carved in a tree my heart is empty

Sorta chilly my thoughts are a breeze forever windy off to envy

The warm and friendly how’d You invent me I am bent see

I meant at the knee come and tempt me to believe this is significant

I have not a minute spent plotting through another plea for innocence

I have got another feeling here the others seem to lend

The undercover fear that never seems to bend

That never seems to end see me as a teen again or maybe even ten

When I’m trapped inside a dream sinking back inside sea of friends

Feeling trapped outside myself when I would speak to them

Like I’m strapped inside a helmet and their peeking in

Sinking even deeper then

Pastor said their demons then asks me to believe

If I ask to receive You, You will heal me then

Pass me through the vacuum in this bathroom

Where I’m hiding, counting, and breathing in

Pressure release the pleasure of peace

Be it measured by her gesture at a stretch for His fleece

The Messenger of such that she touched but a piece is so subtle

For the trouble she had kept was deceased

What she said in her head is what she meant on her feet

When she snuck in the crowd that had met on the street

Well I’m stuck in this crowd with my head on my feet

I know these chucks been around but I fear without me

Someone cut the sound I fear without sleep

A dream has it’s bounds that I swear I must keep

I swear I must breath I dared to arrive

So carry me here to where I’m alive

To where I am conscious clearer to self

Mirror to self You hear and You help

To where I am conscious tears couldn’t help

You hand me the knowledge that fear in itself

Is nothing but fear in itself