I'll Be

Trapped within my own procrastinated folly, I sat alone in this cold fotress promising myself a song or two before I get down with my darned meaningless essay-- an obligated requirement, needless to say. From where I am seated, the reflective panes of the huge glass windows gave me the sparkle of peace as the sunset seeps through it with utmost beauty. The fotress of books carry a little chill but I loved the way it was--cold enough for me to feel snugged up in my little jackie of red magenta.
I am inclined to think of what has passed.
Finally, i felt like i'm forced out of this doom. Jettisoned from further sorrows. Cured from thy human foolishness?
It's the end. I have declared its end.
And now's the time to lick thy wounds clean.
Scratches, bruises, they mean nothing big the way things are known now.
For God is in the middle of everything, and knowing others' middle is having their God in me. Just as God is already in me.
God is everywhere. He formed everything, forms everything and i tend to forget this living faith.
I'm really happy. Really really happy. *smiles!*
"Forgive us, as we forgive those who sin against us"

Heard this song sung personally by the drummer at Timbre. Ooohh...and i can never forget that image of him!
Stiff and out of place but that's what made it quite nice...haha..yes...the imperfections.

Song: I'll Be (By Edwain McCain)

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

Chorus:
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above

I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said