every night
my name reveals it’s story
it walks around
and then it goes to bed
but in a sense
i cannot see it wholly
and still i try
and fail it once again
it’s not like i’m feeling bad
for the good times that i’ve had
it’s not like i’m feeling low again, again
it’s not like i’m feeling low again
sylvia
i speak your name discreetly
i see your pain
but cannot comprehend
all this life
is fleeting floating embers
i see the words
engraved upon your skin
it’s not like i’m feeling bad
for the good times that i’ve had
it’s not like i’m feeling low again, again
it’s not like i’m feeling low again
Jesus Christ
a name i hold most dearly
you call me in
i’ve been led to believe
but is there room
for children of creation
who have not lived
and have so much to do
it’s not like i’m feeling bad
for the good times that i’ve had
it’s not like i’m feeling low again, again
it’s not like i’m feeling low again
