Keep My Lovers True

Why do I surprise myself and choose
to throw my blessings in the wind and lose
my Love my Grace
have been replaced
instead I dwell with Wounds
we decorate the walls inside our tomb...

Why do I surprise myself and use
my heart for things it wasn't meant to do
my Love my Grace
will leave this place
and sink into my shoes
drag behind each time I try to move...

I have done this to
keep my lovers true
I believe...

We are all Atlas's in need
we look for shoulders on which to lean
this heavy

Wait but I'm confused
we bear a burden that we're trying hard to lose
on our backs
let the people choose
the weight was given as a gift but we refuse
you can take it back