From the rising star

It takes more than bitter frost,
To uproot an oak tree.

It takes more than cruel winds,
To pull down a briar rose.

It takes more than acidic rain,
To poison a daisy.

But it doesn’t take much,

To brush off a ghost,
To pull away a weed,
To burn off a bridge.

If you ever look over your shoulders,

You will see…

A star piercing through the night
A nightingale flying through the storm,
A tree reaching for the infinite beyond.

You will see

Something you can never be.
Something you can never have.
Something you can never keep.

Something,

So free,
So feral,
So fierce…

That it will burn off your eyes.

Eyes that lie
Eyes that hide
Eyes that stray.

Well the, by all means, stray…

Take that path to the pit.
Take that path to the ridge.
Take that path to the distance.

I will keep the gems
in the pebbles you gave me.

I will keep the truth,
in the lies you gave me.

I will keep the smile,
in the tears you gave me.

And I will rise higher,

Than the mountains you claimed to love
Than the stars you claimed to love,
To God that you claimed to love.

And shine brighter,

in His Love
in His Peace
In His Protection.

How far will you bear that heavy conscience you carry?
How far will you bear that heavy stone heart you carry?
How far will you bear that heavy lie that you carry?

I hope,
I pray,
I say,

You will find peace
You will find truth
You will find solace,

Within yourself.

And grow,
And glow,
And go…

To be a better man.