~~~*Chorus*~~~
I can’t see through the pools of tears…shadowing my eyes
I won’t deliver promises…when I’m aware they’re blatant lies
The real thing you are thirsting for…is just a pebble and sand
Reduced from solid granite…by a chisel known as man
Who did not carve…refused to mold…
He just destroyed …my heart. this soul
Now you say you love this dust called me
It just can’t be
~~*~~
You see a pretty garden path …without the mud
Crave a gentle flowing river… not the flood
Glimpse a rose in full bloom…ignore the thorns
A brilliant sunny day…devoid of storms
Envision everything …you dream me to be
It’s not reality…you don’t see me
I’m not the diamonds dancing on the snow
I’m a flower in the field eluding growth
I am the leaf in the wind…with no destiny
This is me…it just can’t be
I once had a sanguine heart…I entirely released it like a breath
He abused it and strangled out the love
Returning it fruitless …close to death
I lay neglected and desolate…no optimistic view
Why can’t you understand…there is nothing left for you
~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
It is formidable to trust the moving tide
Though it's constant, steady, and true
Difficult to give a withered seed
Into hands that vow to make it bloom
Yet...
I lift my face Heavenward…receive the cleansing rain
Inhale fresh creation…relinquish servile pain
I have heard but not believed…a bitter heart can melt
Can it be a whispered touch…truly can be felt
~~~*Final Chorus*~~~
I can’t see through the pools of tears …shadowing my eyes
I've witnessed a silver lining, and I can't believe it's mine
I have been revived from the dismal life I’ve led
Don’t tell me that the starving can’t be fed
Replacing the chisel…I see a Potters’ wheel
Molding and perfecting …all that’s natural and real
The demolished is rebuilt…the four-leafed clover’s in the field
The ravaged heart, this soul…ultimately can be healed
From the dust you created me…sweet Lord it just can’t be
I am capable of love…not just a reverie
~~*~~
I can’t see through the pools of tears…shadowing my eyes
I won’t deliver promises…when I’m aware they’re blatant lies
The real thing you are thirsting for…is just a pebble and sand
Reduced from solid granite…by a chisel known as man
Who did not carve…refused to mold…
He just destroyed …my heart. this soul
Now you say you love this dust called me
It just can’t be
~~*~~
You see a pretty garden path …without the mud
Crave a gentle flowing river… not the flood
Glimpse a rose in full bloom…ignore the thorns
A brilliant sunny day…devoid of storms
Envision everything …you dream me to be
It’s not reality…you don’t see me
I’m not the diamonds dancing on the snow
I’m a flower in the field eluding growth
I am the leaf in the wind…with no destiny
This is me…it just can’t be
I once had a sanguine heart…I entirely released it like a breath
He abused it and strangled out the love
Returning it fruitless …close to death
I lay neglected and desolate…no optimistic view
Why can’t you understand…there is nothing left for you
~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
It is formidable to trust the moving tide
Though it's constant, steady, and true
Difficult to give a withered seed
Into hands that vow to make it bloom
Yet...
I lift my face Heavenward…receive the cleansing rain
Inhale fresh creation…relinquish servile pain
I have heard but not believed…a bitter heart can melt
Can it be a whispered touch…truly can be felt
~~~*Final Chorus*~~~
I can’t see through the pools of tears …shadowing my eyes
I've witnessed a silver lining, and I can't believe it's mine
I have been revived from the dismal life I’ve led
Don’t tell me that the starving can’t be fed
Replacing the chisel…I see a Potters’ wheel
Molding and perfecting …all that’s natural and real
The demolished is rebuilt…the four-leafed clover’s in the field
The ravaged heart, this soul…ultimately can be healed
From the dust you created me…sweet Lord it just can’t be
I am capable of love…not just a reverie
~~*~~
Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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