To Come

I would come and you said you would…

It’s my parting you said you understood.

I would stand in the morning light…

Something intrudes clouding out my sight.

The earth is low and I’m flying so high…

I’m fighting hard I swing  my arms and beat the sky!

My ideas are my ideals that reach so high…

And when I go to bring them out…

They grace the wayside…

Grace the wayside.

The road is narrow and I’m feeling compressed

All I can see puts me to the test.

The prize is mine cause I’ve got it in mind…

It’s my walk I’m going higher this time.

It’s my talk…And now I’m further refined.

It’s getting thick the opposition is more rich

I swing my arms and beat the sky and  make myself sick.

I’m tired and I’m lonely and I’m feeling all wet…

This one true test to overcome my circumstance…

One true mess to overcome…my circumstance.

I’ve always had the inclination….what you believe you bring to be!

I keep my faith while falling down…And you know it’s not up to me!

I keep on believing but I ain’t seeing what you showed me!

Will this thing now come to pass will we become what we need to be?

I would come and you said you would…

It’s my parting and I have my wounds

It’s my parting you said you understood….

It’s my parting….now what will we do?

What will we do?

What will we do?