Sunday, August 29, 2010

I hear if you make friends,,

With Jesus Christ. You will get right up, from that chalk outline.
And you'll get dolled up, and you'll dress in white.
All to take your place, in his chorus line.

From the deepest part, of the human heart.
The fear of death expands.
Until we crack the code, we have always known, but could never understand.
On a circuit board, we will soon be born, again,