all my heroes
..now dead
golden heroes
..now lead
ancient pages
well read
music playing in my head

shattered windows
closed shut
communication
lines cut
earth quaking under my bed
heroes in my mind
..now dead

SaNiTy
taking a fall
head in my hands
my back to the wall
sAnItY
thrown to the ground
pulling me down
to nothing at all

Pain..take it away

TrAgEdY
courting the knife
threatens my life
leaving me cold
tRaGeDy
strikes me at home
cuts to the bone
sanity sold

MiSeRy
sends me reeling
tears at my being
kicking and screaming

LIBERTY
comes when i'm kneeling
poised to reveal
our flesh is weak but the Spirit is willing!

Praise God!
He has taken away my pain
Praise God!
Amen!



Behind the Song:
2 Corinthians 12: 9,10 "Picture a man: hollow, wasted, alone in pain Picture a room: six walls, cold, 'home' See: a man fighting to find his knees, prayer was a last resort Can you see: a God: working despite the frailty and feebleness of humanity? Praise God!!"