The Architect

My God where have you gone?

I’ve been looking for you everywhere but find myself alone

Through woods and fields, churches and halls

But no one’s there to hear my prayers or answer when I call

My God where have you gone?

You left without a warning and with so many things undone

A king shall come when morning dawns if history’s repeating

And I’m not sure if I’m the one to keep this pulsing heat in

My God what have I done?

I didn’t choose to turn into this creature I’ve become

And I don’t know this strength I’ve found

Although I have understood it’ll do no good for kicking dust around

So hold me back if you still can

Before I’m pissing rivers, spatter storms, drawing valleys in the sand

Now my left is crying for intent while my right begs for a spin

Is this all just another test, this mess you’ve left me in?

I don’t know where the light will fall

I only see myself as shadows and as paint upon the walls

If I could learn from your mistakes where your architecture grew with every error that you made

I’d only wish for a quiet night

To close my eyes and dream awake like a candle that’s blown out

But I am all set now and want to let go

And with endless opportunities I am off to build my world alone