the depths of my sorrow,
at the bottom of glasses
and in between the winds of smoke.
at the end of every message
at the sigh after every call.
what is a life without hassles?
do you have no mountain to climb,
or are your mountains not as tall as mine?
yours is the kingdom, yours is the glory,
and mine is the worship.
blind, of the believer kind.
would you ever ask the sun to dim its shine?
you'd rather get under cover, shield your eyes,
give your parched soul a drink of water,
take a deep breath and give in.
the oasis of my love is what you are looking for,
but you won't know it as you wander the desert
until the sands welcome you home.
i will still be here, with my soul in my hands.
a present, but not an offering.
a confession, but not a crime.