Am I not inspired?
Does the beauty of a vast lake rising into cloud ridden volcanoes offend me?
In truth, I offend myself
and it is God who offends me with his righteosness.
How can I relate? He can relate yes.
He who went through this life with tears and crys of our pain,
but what of my righteosness.
This freedom given runs me lost.
The hole I try to forget I continue to fall into.
Should it be better to remember?
I crave inspiration, for it has led me to life and love before.
Introduce me to smiles all the bigger and tears the more pure
Introduce me to hope and faith that are my inspiration
Introduce me to a song that I can dance well with.
Lend me your heart.
