Copyright, Publishing and Licensing:  Tracy Howe/The Restoration Project
1191 Forest Edge Rd, Woodland Park, CO 80863

Prophet

Do you ever feel the walls bend just a little
When you’re lying down and you look at them too long
And your heart might be hardened
Because nothing is sacred anymore

Sadness was a necklace I could hold in my hand
And love just confusion between the word and an end
But I have slowly stripped the ash from my dried out skin
And I understand thirst

I am a Jeremiah without the courage to speak what I see
The fire that keeps burning within my bones is slowly tearing you from me
I exist between denying the message that keeps me weeping and my hope
As I dream dreams for people and show them what we can all live without

We’ve raised ourselves so high we think we’re flying
Each time we start falling through the air
We know the earth is sick, we know people are dying
And we sit back and we stare

To presume the only things there ever was worth saving
Is the way we should live
Our prayers are scattered so why even bother
Changing

I am a Jeremiah without the courage to speak what I see
The fire that keeps burning within my bones is slowly tearing you from me
I exist between denying the message that keeps me weeping and my hope
As I dream dreams for people and show them what we can all live without

Today I saw a beautiful bird teaching a little girl how to sing
It flew against the canvass it was painted in the building
I see so many paintings on the walls as I drive by
Whenever there’s worth painting a poem or a song
I wish I were a painter to capture a moment and make it move
Instead of someone who keeps moving without the colors to express what’s been done

Like a prophet standing on a stone in the middle of town
Who’s become like a statue because no one listens anymore
And is consumed by the fire from the light that told him to speak of love
And to dream dreams for people and show them what we can all live without