done

I notice your approach and i
have no defenses.

I now can always see you coming.

You're no stranger and yet not a friend
as frequent time would have it be.

The way you take to me now has
two prints made, so stumble, fall, and break with no recovery.

There's one door and my friend lies in its space
and He cannot be overcome.

To you I have crumbled, but to just hear His voice
means you will have it worse then what you've done to me.

So stumble, fall, and break with no recovery

I'm done, i've been wanting to be done, living to be done.

You may be dark and without features, but you're not mine
to capture, to Him all darkness is light, the night as day
my mind as whole, the impossible possible, my heart as clay

So stumble, fall, and break with no recovery

I'm done.