The Fearless

I'll be awake for 80 years.
More so asleep for 21.
Like a child fighting fears…
Who watched his nerves come undone.
Like the vultures ache for air.
Even bones beneath the skin.
I thirst for who you are. You are.
To see your fearless sea for all that it is.
Rediscover the bones that I've hid.
Oh god, what have I done?
To crawl and feel your mercy course through my veins.
Set a path for who's weak and ashamed.
Love me for who I am.
And who I've been.
Are there any fearless men who search for answers in the dark?
Who climb far beyond their thoughts?
With hopes to finish what they start?
Like the vultures ache for air.
Even skin between their teeth.
I'm starved to say at the least. The least.
To see your fearless sea for all that it is.
Rediscover the bones that I've hid.
Oh god, what have I done?
To crawl and feel your mercy course through my veins.
Set a path for who's weak and ashamed.
Love me for who I am.
And who I've been. Been. Yeah!
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.Ooh.
Cut these wrists; tie my hands, my hands!
If I could, I'd shed my skin.
Oh god! Do you love me for who I am?