Is this my reflection?
Is my heart this black or is the mirror distorted?
Spirit, meet me in the old sweet songs
Back to the floor, I open my hands
I fight the power I have given to the dark
While secretly desiring it
Spirit, I have forgotten how to surrender
I cannot speak your tongues
Take my life and salvage any light left
Break me till I’m only yours
Spirit, take these honest tears
And turn them into a baptism
~lg
