Matches

Faith is the bird that feels the light
And sings while the dawn's yet dark
Always with matches 'neath its wings
Whene'er there's a gust of wind

And I'm my own master thief
Who comes to take that glint of hope away
All for the fear of tearing
This old fabric long-past due

Peering down from mountain top
At endless sea of clouds
Spirits wait in joyful peace
For others to surmount
They drop their blessings with the rain
To nourish aimless souls
Who once they've opened up their gates
Will start to feel the pull

I can't wait to see the world
As it was meant to be seen
I feel my rusted eyelids now
Unlatching from the dream



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Hobert
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