the brightest kind of flame

I Would Ask

Sometimes my mouth is bigger than my brain

but I can’t complain.

Sometimes I’ll be your best friend until the night comes

and I’m all alone.

And I would ask for your forgiveness but I don’t expect it from you today.

The only promise I can keep is that I’ll leave you in the deep end

but you’ll catch your breath and swim away while I slowly sink. 

And I would ask you for forgiveness but I don’t expect from you today.

I can keep your darkest secret but not the ones I decided are

on the lighter side.

I will tell you the truth unless it hurts and then I will lie.

And I will ask for your forgiveness but I don’t expect it at any time

Yeah, I ask for your forgiveness but I don’t expect it at any time. 

A Hymn for Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, 

It’s just me, sun and the sky

and some people driving by on their way

to hear the words: There is more. 

Sunday Morning,

I hear the Gospels in the trees

from it’s leaves and the ones who call it home

sing a tune about something I’ve yet to know

but I will know, I will know, I will know.

And I will call out until I hear a reply

And I will fall in love sometime. 

Sunday Morning,

A sorrow tries to seep into my soul

but it’s fought by a beauty that’s untold

that  I find in the scenery before my eyes

before my eyes, before my eyes, before my eyes.  

And I will call out until I hear a reply

And I will fall in love sometime. 

And I will call out until I hear a reply

And I will fall in love sometime. 

Sunday Morning,

I hear the Gospels in the trees…