Fear vs. FearWe veil our hearts we close our eyes
(What's the worst thing that could happen)
We bind our hands within our minds
(What's the worst thing that could happen)
And in the end we find he lied
(What's the worst thing that could happen)
What happens when the fear collides
(What's the worst thing that could happen)
This fear, this fear, is not what we expected
We cannot see, we feel useless and empty
It's Fear that brings us close, but this is not the same thing
As what we had before, it's not what we were following
When we try to fight back
It becomes a feeble attack
Our hands can barely make
Can barely make a fist to break
Break the one who continues to lie
And we,
(And we take it all in, we believe the lies, why do we believe the lies)
We, we can get, out of this
When, when we seek, seek him first
May, maybe then, we will find
What, what really happens when the fear collides
He breaks up the particles of fear which remain
Entrapped within ourselves and frees us from pain
From the deceiver who loves it when we gain
Nothing from our relationship with the King
not quite finished
copyright
Jonathan Toews
and
Waiting in a Veil
The Bird Song (not the finished title)
Two little birds, perched high up on
A tree branch in the bright summer sun
Quietly sit together unaware
Blissfully of what's in store
On their chest both donned targets colorful
Of red and blue and white and yellow
Said the first bird to the second bird
Slowly realizing what was to occur"
I see no reason at all to leave
I enjoy your conversation and your company"
Said the second, to the first
Quite unaware of what was to occur
"With you, I wholeheartedly agree,
The perch is nice, and so are we."
So they sat and chatted of future and past
While the arrow was nocked and flew quite fast
Up to the perch, where both birds sat
On that glorious day in the summer sunlight
And, oh, quite a lot of shock did occur
When the arrow similtaneously hit both birds
But, oh, friends, they did not die
This is not a tragic story
This is merely, my own rendition
Of a love allegory
copyright
Jonathan Toews
and
Waiting in a Veil
