Freedom is on Holiday

A fist full of coins with no where to go
I stand at the bus stop with fake resolutions
Unsure of the distance and where it leads
I breathe in full farce and I head out

Shading my eyes from the heat of heaven
I climb the steps of sin and beyond
Removing myself from its hard stare
Into this world
My new home

Darkness prevails and coldness preferred
I live alone where all is absurd
I created this place and therefore I roam
For needed I am, in no place at all

Like the creepers on a garden wall
I wait in corners until he calls
And like the morning glory all purple and pure
Craving a light touch from his glory rays
I wither when picked, then crumble and fall
On stain sheets where nobody cares

And when I wake I am alone again
No sounds I hear, for all is dead
Thank goodness my heart you’ve forgotten to beat
For a minute there I feared that you might bleed
From all the disappointments I fed you
All the shame
Thank goodness my heart, you’re accustom to my deeds

Yet attentive are my ears tonight
Any slightest sound warms my delight
A little spark to tingle my hope
In this frightful kingdom, my only rope

I try to climb out of this hole
My limps, they move alas my heart holds me back
I slide
I fall
A life of regret

And still I try to stand again
But then I hear his call
Oh how easily I sway
For freedom is on holiday