The wind dusts away the cobwebs of lies.
Now they are in the glaring light of truth.
For all who will look the guilt is showing.
Only I look through the remnant of shame.
For these lies all hold tightly to my mind.
The trust that is asking to be found in me,
Lay deeply wounded on deaths dirty floor.
The weight keeps me from looking ‘round,
Someone help me stop my bleeding mind.
A star surrounds me in a field of love,
Mending me from this thing I call my life.
Lose me from this tortured shattered mind.
Never again will I have to search for the answer
I hear the echoes of love that are in my mind.
