I lost myself to tomorrow.
The days landed like little birds
and carried my life away.
I’d lit a candle so tomorrow could find me –
since the night was restless and dreamless –
but I’d used the hours of my life to feed the flame.
I ate bread and meat to keep my strength up,
to be ready when He came.
But my own flesh is all I had for food.
I never made it till dawn.
I’d stoked the fire with my last few bones,
and used my skin to build a shelter.
When He found me, there was nothing left.
The little birds had taken it all away.
I’d lost myself waiting for tomorrow.
The days landed like little birds
and carried my life away.
I’d lit a candle so tomorrow could find me –
since the night was restless and dreamless –
but I’d used the hours of my life to feed the flame.
I ate bread and meat to keep my strength up,
to be ready when He came.
But my own flesh is all I had for food.
I never made it till dawn.
I’d stoked the fire with my last few bones,
and used my skin to build a shelter.
When He found me, there was nothing left.
The little birds had taken it all away.
I’d lost myself waiting for tomorrow.