plans

the son of god touched my heart
and the pain i felt made me cry
juggling all possibilities
i have no idea why

too many things that passed
have lit a fire in my eyes
the need for your presense
keep my eyes up to the skies

the skin that i tore as a child
is the skin i live with now
empty words that have been said
much more than i would allow

my grandfather once told me
that i would grow to be a fine man
for him to kiss his grandchildren
that was our own little plan

it snowed when i visited my grandfather
as he rested on a grassy plain
to have him just for another day
i would give all the blood in my veins

i am older but nothing is clear
as i stand alone in this massive world
i hope to be strong one day
enough to walk away from it all

the son of god will touch my heart
wherever i choose to go
once the pain ceases to persist
there i will make my home