If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going.
And God must be a pretty big fan of today, because you keep waking up to it. You have made known your request for a hundred different yesterdays, but the sun keeps rising on this thing that has never been known. Yesterday is dead and over. Wrapped in grace. Those days are grace. You are still alive, and today is the most interesting day. Today is the best place to live.
I’ll forgive you, If that’s what you need. But I’m begging don’t go, But I’m begging don’t leave. We did this together, We massacred mount weather. Don’t bare this on your own, Please know you’re notalone.
Cause this is my fault as
much as yours. We both pulled the lever to
open the doors.
And this is your home, Return to your throne, And I’ll fight the ghosts away, But I’m begging you please
We did it for our
community, My sister, my responsibility. And what we done will cause
us strive, But what we done saved
And this is my fault as
much as yours, We both pulled the lever to
open the doors.
And this is your home, Return to your throne. And I will fight the ghosts
away, And I’m begging you, please
I will live with it
forever, The guilt will eat me
alive. But I will wipe away your nightmares, If you promise to wipe away
mine. And I will wipe away your
nightmares, If you promise to wipe away
Cause this is your home, Return to your throne. And I will fight the ghosts
away. And I’m begging you to stay.