posted July 12, 2006 04:10 PM
The Razor's Edge
You tried to walk the razor's edge
Instead you walked the plank
Split yourself in two
And to the depths you sank
Found yourself in pieces there
At the bottom of the sea
Tried to stitch them back to one
Oh, so patiently
Walked around like Frankenstien
Who on earth could understand
You were made imperfectly
By some perfect hand
Found again inside a church
Patrons clamoured to get in
Opened up the doors so wide
"Welcome Home," you said to sin
Soon the place was overful
Walls went down, and all was good
Now the sun shines everywhere
And wind blows where the walls once stood
Running with the wind, who knows
Where it comes from, where it goes
Circling in the open spaces
Out of doors and out of places
Free, but somehow still encumbered
shedding everything but graces