Some times
It's all I can do
To wake up
And to walk through

Because I grow weary of lying to myself when I know it's you,
But Yahuah will not stand for what you may attempt to do,

And I love you,

And sometimes
It's all too much to take
As soon as I touch it either goes away or it has to break,

Which tree did these branches come from ?
You're about to beat me with them and I won't run.

And I just hover
In the in between
Of what I meant and what I'll never mean
No more do I even cover I embrace
You're swing that I'm believing to see ,
Break my skin and drain my veins ,
For they are not what I call pains ,
Still walking on and driven to show any eye that hasn't seen,
The difference between what I meant and what I mean.

Some days I seem out there
And far far away
That is because I don't share the hate you intend to relay
Then sit in the congregation as if it were to be that way.

Tell me , why can't you face me and speak out of your hiding place?
No weapon or intention shall prosper, Glory to Yashuas grace.

From this moment on,
My eyes shall lock into yours when I see you till you're gone,
I rebuke what you justify ,
And wonder why?
Flesh and blood, but , it is on Yashuas I rely,
All that is done in the dark against me,
Shall be drug into the light , So shall it be,

I truly hope you do know,
know what I mean.
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