As another thought glazed my mind
I reminsed of everything I left behind.
The whole road ahead is glory in your eyes
But, I had began to wonder if it was the same in mine.
For I pray prayers of "Lord, let me be yours, let me show them whats really there."
'Cause they search the grounds as I once had.
Their muzzles all dirtied in dispare, their water pans are empty and they thirst for more.
They hurt, as once did I,
And if they could only see your arms, for us, open wide!
Saying, "My children, you need no longer cry, for I bare your sins from your shoulders, upon mine.
But, Lord, won't you open up thier eyes!
Let them see the glory of you in thier minds.
Take thier hopelessness and put it all behind.
Give them a still unperfect but, new life.
Let them no longer be blind,
For this grass has withered too long and they've sat in thier rocking chairs muttering underneath thier breath while wasting too much time.