One blade of grass, after the sky.

Done is the after math, of an explanation why.

Living in a moment, time forgot to tell.

Shadows of a nightmare, try to teach how to spell.

Devil doesn’t seem to care either way if I go.

Spirits overcome me, this I know.

Moon is a risen, venom tries to search my soul.

I’m half way gone or half alone.

Silence dances forever in the night.

Moon is a risen on my life.

Lift around the host of the living sound.

Prophecies of a lifetime never to be found.

All the while the resurrection surrounds.

The life of a world to which he.

Can never lay me down.

All the way from far beyond he has come.

Live today to breath into his only son.

Mountains and valley’s low.

Of an evil lie to know.

Counts the every hour to second a toast.

If you ever wander, may you never ponder.

Leaving a night full of joy and hope.

Lasting is the casting of the only love I know.

Alive to live, alone to give, moon is a risen.

© JUMP INK PUBLISHING 

WRITTEN BY JOE PULLEY