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In The Bedroom

Now I’ve come to my twilight time

Where perceptions are so sublime

I’m not sure what’s yours or mine

And it’s so easy just to cross that line

 

The gate is open, I am free at last

Still martyred to a ghost ships mast

And the clock hand it moves too fast

As the your future now becomes my past

 

I am reborn like the Jesus said

Resurrected from the walking dead

At the end of days if I survive

How will I know if I was ever alive?

 

Paid the price for what I’ve done

And I not sure what I’ve lost or won

You may not like what I’ve become

I still need to finish what I’ve begun

 

Through the glass of the window pane

The sky is gray and I feel the same

I know there is nothing I can gain

I have to stay until this demon is slain

 

This bedroom now is all covered in dust

All my memories have turned to rust

How I would lay with you in my arms

With the bells ringing in silent alarms

 

Beliefs not deeds are the price I paid

It’s so easy when mistakes are made

To blame the world for your own shade

The face in the mirror is the one betrayed

 

Now I walk a road in redemptions path

And I hear the echoes of Pilates laugh

There is no escape from righteous wrath

That looks for comfort in the rod or staff

 

Well I have heard the talk and the statements read

You did your deed and you made your bed

Compassion is the joke in your web of design

Forgiveness is the end to its own punch line