I may know the word

but not say it

I may know the truth

but not face it



I may hear a sound

a whisper sacred & profound

but turn my head

indifferent



I may know the word

but not say it

I may love the fruit

but not taste it

I may know the way

to comfort and to soothe

a worried face

but fold my hands

indifferent



If I'm on my knees

I'm begging now

if I'm on my knees

groping in the dark

I'd be praying for deliverance

from the night into the day



but it's all grey here

it's all grey to me



I may know the word

but not say it

this may be the time

but I might waste it

this may be the hour

something move me

someone prove me wrong

before night comes

with

indifference



if I'm on my knees

I'm begging now

if I'm on my knees

groping in the dark

I'd be praying for deliverance

from the night into the day



but it's all grey here

but it's all grey to me



I recognize the walls inside

I recognize them all

I've paced between them

chasing demons down

until they fall

in fitful sleep

enough to keep their strength

enough to crawl

into my head

with tangled threads

they riddle me to solve



again & again & again