Carry me to the Cross

the dirt is stained

with blood

under the tree

where You where buried

and the clouds

soft in tint

pass by

with caution

carry me to the grave

when I die

bury me in the grave

so I can die

the dirt is stained

with your blood

carry me to the Cross

when I die

bury me in the Cross

so I can die

Fallible

I have no more fault

    left to give

    left of sin

where You gave me something

    that I never had before

I no longer belong

    this place is not my own  

    this place is not my home

carry me

    in loving arms

        away

buildings we made

    will crumble

    under the wrath

        of time

my hands are stained

    with my imperfection

walk with me

    upon the shores

        of forever

Save your hardcore tears

Little hardcore girl

Daddy never loved you

Like a daddy should have loved you

So you put up your walls

And put X on your hands

And tear down infidelities

Of the kids who stand around

So take up your cross

And walk here with me

Save your tears

For weary eyes

Save your hardcore tears

Little hardcore boy

                The ones who said you were a friend

                But rather call you freak

                                But you never pay them mind

                                Cuz when you’re in that circle

                                No one calls you freak

                                Cuz fists make friends better

So break down the walls

And let the light shine in

And your arms bear the marks

Of the one you would serve

Save your hardcore tears

Little punk rock girl

                Those girls they poke fun

                With fingers they call words

                                Their nails they paint

                                In pinks and blues

                                But yours you dye

                                In black and blood red

But the nails on your fingers

Mean jack when you see

That the nails that you need

Are In the palm of your hands

Save your tears

For weary eyes

As Goes the Journey

they want to say no

to You

they say You don't exist

but exist

like a flame

burn the eyes

with the truth

mute the tongues

that would take

your name, in vain

so beautiful

is Your name

so beautiful

they right the wrongs

with wrongs they write

please write Your truth

upon this earth

with stone in hand

I'll carve this place

in image of

Your beautiful face

hardcoresong

I keep waiting

to shut the door

let the world finish

and leave

let the dogs go home

and the leaves sit in rest

mother, wipe her tears

and dry her cheeks

get on and get out

let the work be done

and the gods stop playing

it’s earthly game

let the words fallwhere they may

and the peace

that should come

when all is finished

let the times

that change time

settle down

to their sleep

when it’s finished its course

and the day

has turned quiet

shut the door

like my friend

and rest here with me

in peace