Hannah Capps
Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So
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- Jan 29, 2006
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Room full of strangers, living alone and apart.
Bleeding out upon the floor, I don’t know where to start.
I confess, I’m a mess.
I don’t know where to begin.
How to set a bone of something clearly broken skin?
Twisted shapes down the halls,
Shadows smeared upon the walls.
I’m haunted, hunched and humbled.
My foundations core has crumbled.
My teeth are set on edge, grapes of guilt are over-fed.
Am I dying to live? What more could I give?
Am I living to die? Why do I even try?
Bleeding out upon the floor, I don’t know where to start.
I confess, I’m a mess.
I don’t know where to begin.
How to set a bone of something clearly broken skin?
Twisted shapes down the halls,
Shadows smeared upon the walls.
I’m haunted, hunched and humbled.
My foundations core has crumbled.
My teeth are set on edge, grapes of guilt are over-fed.
Am I dying to live? What more could I give?
Am I living to die? Why do I even try?
