There’s stunning in the stars
And they wish away all of my prison bars
As they shine from on high
And whisper that I’m not gonna die
Not from treason, not from rain
Not from people I’ll never see again
As the bird alights on my shoulder
I roll away the boulder 
At the mouth of the tomb
And find my Lord like I found the womb
Of all existence
And the resistance
Is subterfuge 
In the deluge
Of somehow in the Sunday
Would the Son of Man love me anyway
In spite of all I have not done
And the promise of being young 
Was not enough to stem the tide
Of longing to abide
In a deeper state of being 
And the seeing 
Is no longer enough
I have to become the love 
Instead of picking fights 
With people when they’re being shites
And talking me down to sin
Telling me that though I walk with Him
I am lost in the sea
And I get a knee
Into the chest
It knows how to wind me best
With the loss of love
Why do you do this when above
Is the standard we bear
I watched the Universe tear