lunar
(grow)

the quest for faith is a lunar endeavor
not warmer and brighter but darker and wetter
i trudge and i slip as i reach out for daylight
but grasp only fistfulls of night

i wonder is doubt the way of faith, sometimes
i try to put it aside but never leave it behind
balancing the weight of the state i'm in
on the head of a pin

i tire of being afraid
that i might slip away someday
walk away and fall down

there's this feeling of being a kind of substandard
to struggle with things i just don't understand
my pride wants to join in the smiles
to be back in style

i tire of being afraid
that i might slip away someday
walk away and fall down

so the search is on again again
to find what i'm doing wrong
and save this love i'm in
but i don't know where to start
it never used to be this hard

so i tread where angels trod
be found my be my god
hard pressed
i must rest in you
mystery meeting me
in silence
in innocence

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