faith

shattered in history

shattered in paint

oh

and the lengths that i'd

stay up late

but brought to my space

the wonderful things i've learned to waste

i shoulda known

that i shouldn't hide

to compromise and to covet all what's inside

there is no design

you'll have to decide

if you'll come to know if i'm the faithful kind

time and again

time to be brave

content to the phrases

that at dawn we ain't mazes

just some kind of pages

this for my sister

that for my maple

it's not knowing the road i'd known as a child of god

nor to become stable

am i dependent in what i'm defending

and do we get to know what faith provides

fold your hands into mine

i did my believing

seeing every time

i know it's lonely in the dark

and this year's a visitor

and we have to know that faith declines

i'm not all out of mine