Hallelujah..
Laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling a single tear trail down,
That feeling of being so CLOSE yes so, so far...
You find yourself wondering what would have been,
Had you maybe prayed, maybe called out to that god that everyone speaks of...
You had once told yourself, that you'd never let an "Almost" happen again...
You promised that you'd never pray because you always got the opposite
And you were sick of being beaten down every time you got up from your knees...
Well, I'm not saying you're wrong...
You feel that pain, piercing and cold, like a blow but worse,
It's like expecting a cold and harsh blow, but it never comes...you're just left there
To wait for it, and the wait drags on, and you lay there waiting for it to come...
You stop everything, and wait... and that's the beauty of it....it'll never come...and you'll just keep waiting...
It's cold and it's dark and when you feel you can't breathe because everything is broken...
You find yourself where I am, laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, and you feel your lips move without understanding what you're saying... you find yourself uttering the word "Hallelujah.."
And you realize.... that after saying it.....Nothing ever happened at all....and nothing ever would....because Hallelujah is a simple word... nothing more...nothing less.....Hallelujah isn't a word of beauty, isn't something to be sung of and isn't something of redemption no, it's simply......the sound of pain.
That feeling of being so CLOSE yes so, so far...
You find yourself wondering what would have been,
Had you maybe prayed, maybe called out to that god that everyone speaks of...
You had once told yourself, that you'd never let an "Almost" happen again...
You promised that you'd never pray because you always got the opposite
And you were sick of being beaten down every time you got up from your knees...
Well, I'm not saying you're wrong...
You feel that pain, piercing and cold, like a blow but worse,
It's like expecting a cold and harsh blow, but it never comes...you're just left there
To wait for it, and the wait drags on, and you lay there waiting for it to come...
You stop everything, and wait... and that's the beauty of it....it'll never come...and you'll just keep waiting...
It's cold and it's dark and when you feel you can't breathe because everything is broken...
You find yourself where I am, laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, and you feel your lips move without understanding what you're saying... you find yourself uttering the word "Hallelujah.."
And you realize.... that after saying it.....Nothing ever happened at all....and nothing ever would....because Hallelujah is a simple word... nothing more...nothing less.....Hallelujah isn't a word of beauty, isn't something to be sung of and isn't something of redemption no, it's simply......the sound of pain.