I've never been down this road so far,
and the further that I go
things seem to become more dark
and the less I seem to know.
Is there no relief in grief?
Does it know no end?
Attached to ones ankle,
like a clingy unmerited friend.
Where's the tunnel with the light?
The one we used to know.
Did it ever really exist?
Or was it just for show?
Would we even dream of such tunnels
without these tragedies?
My faith bodes a master plan.
But that doesn't make the disaster end.
Some say praise without the polish
as if life were just mall's of rag dolls.
Where are your arm bands, friends?
Where are your buckets of tears?
A good God doesn't eradicate suffering
He just shows us how to quit bluffing.
I'm sick of Resurrection Christians
Whose history's wash away like dirty dishes.
Mourn with the morning
and end without warning
for the fallen deserve a story
that's worth our hearts warring.
I've never been down this road so far,
and the further that I go
things seem to become more dark
and the less I seem to know.
Where are your arm bands, friends?
Where are your buckets of tears?
Mourn with the morning
and end without warning
for the fallen deserve a story
that's worth our hearts warring.
Mourn with the morning
and end without warning
for the fallen deserve a story
that's worth our hearts warring.
that's worth our hearts warring.
