young girl, hold your mothers arm tight, dont be lost amongst the crowd...
outside your mothers embrace is the world of strangers, diseased and proud...
reveling in their filth and shame, misguided fools leading misguided fools...
lifes been cruel and lifes been hell, but you were the brightest of jewels...
hold onto your mothers arm, please, dont leave, i swear i will soon return...
confused on my own, these tears came years late, come spilling down to burn...
god whispered in my ear, sweet sister, it was our times we could not share...
gone, life is soft, weak, fragile and short, so please hold onto your mother...
too late, life is gone, so is my chance at redemption, no longer a brother...
i did not love you, but i love you now, love is life, soft, fragile and weak...
short it was, short it will be golden streets, but for now it will be concrete...

-drifting in moonlit day-

stare into me, the depths of my eyes, alive i shine with the love of the gone...
if dying was the way to live, we would live with passion to death and beyond...
my church said no to the men with no homes and ladies working on boulevards...
its our church that rejected the filth and dirt, foolish deeds of foolish hearts...
my savior walked with traitors and the shamed, i will walk that way as well...
my savior embraced the sinners, rather than distance and reject them to hell...
every tear ive cried is gone, called me son and called my sister his daughter...
he said blood is thicker than water and wine, its the greatest love he offered...
so one day at a time, lets celebrate in the midst of the disease we call home...
forever is just a blink away, forever was yesterday, hung with nails and thorns...

-forever is today-