Five, Eight and Ten

The humble and righteous and meek

Are teaching me who's will to seek

But who really knows how to speak

About these things

Questions of where can he go

When he is feeling so low

And kicking himself just to show

How he still bleeds

And I want to know the difference between

What sparkles and what is gold

I wonder how many eyes

Are fixed like a vulture's on me

Now I wonder if I can even move or breathe

Without disappointing someone

And I know what they call themselves

But I don't remember inviting them

To put me on this pedastal

And make me feel so naked

Afraid to look down

Afraid to turn around

I bring it on myself

I know I bring it on myself

And I want to know the difference between

What sparkles and what is gold

I walked along beside the purple mountains beneath the orange sky

Imagined what it all might look like with these planks out of my eyes

I wondered if the big white horse was coming down tonight

I wanted to taste that victory but my mouth was dry

There is only tonight and the light that bleeds from your heart

Makes me want to try and start again