Greylines
sunday
Iâm in the basement again
Footsteps and voices pierce the floor above my head
But they wonât find my ears this way
They're being silenced by the unrelenting rain
It wonât go away
Thunder and lightning cast themselves high
onto the stairs that I have just begun to climb
A quest of question, a storm of uncertainty
Seeking an answer that will kill me
But this rain wonât go away
because alleluias fade
Maybe this world is not conclusion
but narcotics wont control
the wonder gnawing my soul
And Iâll cry those old lies
no more Iâm sure
I need more than faith
For now Iâll think and wait
Maybe youâll see me on Sunday
dressed and believing with my eyes
Yea Iâll be on my knees Sunday
silently screaming in my mind