Your eyes are older than your years; they tell
Of battles fought and kingdoms built and lost.
You lived to tell but came to count the cost,
Survey the beachhead where your comrades fell.

The lines that cross your face tell of the years,
Of losses, learning, smiling, silent shame.
How much was childhood’s uncreased face the same?
At what point was it etched by joys and fears?

And can you point and say this was the track
That led from this pain into that release?
Or does the mirror cause you to reflect
On where this path began, where it might cease?
The wisdom in your eyes betrays a glance –
Somewhere amidst eternal conflict: peace.

I don’t wanna get my head slammed in the door
I don’t wanna have to climb through all the pain
Though my heart is screaming why am I alive
When connections are what drive me to exist

Trying to relate I wade in deeper still
Trying to escape I wrap you in my pain
I continue barging where I don’t belong
And I know the trap is baited, barbed and set

I rush toward love or complete oblivion
If there’s any diff’rence I can’t help myself

When the fear rises up all around you
I pray you hope
When your steps can only stumble
I pray you gentle paths
When you fall and lack the strength to rise
I pray you arms to lift you up
And when you lose sight of tomorrow
Let me light your way

When you’re weary of the struggle
I pray you quiet rest
When your burden is too heavy
I pray you hands to ease the load
When you’re feeling lost and worthless
I pray you courage to believe
And when you’re thirsting in the desert
Let me be your rain