Do I confuse you,
Does my mind disrupt your conventiality?
Can I picture wonders that your ignorance won't let you capture?You think God is with you, in you...
And I am merely a lost soul.
So why is it, when your feeling low,
I can lift you so high that you look down on heaven.
Do I scare you?
Do my beliefs not sit comfortably with you?
When I suggest walking through walls,
Do you feel like your banging your head against one?
I can see angels through their physical exterior,
When the only angel you can imagine has wings and a halo.
My mind controls my heart,
But my heart challenges my mind.
If your heart could talk,
Would it convince you as much as They do?
Would you ever try and think a little to the left?
Or does it frighten you?
Is that why I frighten you?