LYRIC FOR SALE

By Cierra Spencer

Deep forest green
Eyes of baby blue
The wind is billowing
It's near the end of June
Ivory white sheets blowing in the air
Rubbing my eyes, I usually wouldn't stop and stare
Caught a glimpse of an angel floating over there
Slipping into the trees with daisies trailing
Woven red crown reflecting roses on the ground
Behind her a crowd singing a heaven a made sound
But with the hot summer air
Was it even really there?

After the ride home I keep all the lights on
Look for anything just to run the time on
The walls are caving and crumbling within
I'm like a fish thrown into water who never learned how to swim
Defying expectations and disappointing my friends
Lord, tell me I'm almost at the end

For once I'm out before the clock strikes midnight
Seeing beauty I've never had before in my sight
Silhouette shaped shadows hanging in the sunlight
I've been looking for a sign, I can't shake it out my mind
Just like these stories in my head
I wonder how many are even real
But I can't ignore how that angel made me feel
So I went to the woods just to see them again
All I could find was an old dirty mirror
Engraved were the words "Love, don't fear"

After the ride home I keep all the lights on
Look for anything just to run the time on
The walls are caving in and crumbling within
I'm like a fish thrown into water who never learned how to swim
Defying expectations and disappointing my friends
Lord, tell me I'm almost at the end

An angel came to me, this time in a dream
I asked where the light is
And she pointed at me
Disappearing with a cool, cosmic breeze
Once I awoke I felt what it's like to be free
The feeling of finally being able to breathe
Turns out I'm the missing piece, I'm the clarity I seek
It's only a matter of being able to see

After the ride home I used to keep the lights on
Looked for anything just to run the time on
My walls are built where the foundation is strong
The fish who learned to swim and make the water their friend
Exceeding expectations and feeling whole again
Now I find myself begging to not let this end

After the ride home I used to keep the lights on
Looked for anything just to run the time on
My walls are built where the foundation is strong
The fish who learned to swim and make the water their friend
Exceeding expectations and feeling whole again
Now I find myself begging to not let this end