Yes, this was another one of those strange times when a words and a tune suddenly pop into my head and want to be written down on paper. In this case, I was in the middle of GP class. (Oops). Anyways, I wouldn't have gotten it out of my head any other way. I'm not sure if it's any good. If it isn't and I realise it in a couple of days, you'll probably find this entry deleted. Either way it isn't finished so I'll have to come back to edit it.

It's supposed to be a song (at least that's the way I heard it). Not sure of the title yet though. Hope whoever still reads/stumbles across this blog likes it.

Jericho(?)

Wall to wall is filled with pictures
Of everything I've ever known
Black and white, the room is spinning
Recordings play in monotone
Slowly these things lose their meaning
And all I've valued looks like trash
The times I've spent my life on nothing
Trading conscience for cash
A glimmer in a darkened room
Reveals a bright and shining cross
Which lay there, buried, for an age
I feel a searing sense of loss

Dear God are you still up there listening?
Do you remember who I am?
Can you still see me through my sin
Can I still run to you again?
Break down these walls of Jericho
God, I want to see your face again
Take these pictures and all I've wanted
I give my life into your hands

Dear God these walls refuse to crack
And I don't want to be alone
Will I be left here? Will these walls break?
Or won't you, God, just take me home?