Beginnings

I watched the house
As it fell right to the ground.
I was away from you.

And I watched the birds
As they fell out from the sky.
Into the hands of decay
I wish there was a way for you.

And I felt your voice
As it carried with the wind.
Like a fire in my ears.
Like the darkness of fear.

And I would bathe in ash
As it rained down from above.
And it would cast me out now
Into the fields of love.

And I watched the birds
As they fell out from the sky.
Into the hands of decay
I wish there was a way for you.

And I felt your voice
As it carried with the wind.
Like a fire in my ears.
Like the darkness of fear.
Like the voice of God.