don't stop walking

don't stop walking, and please start talking,
though we're in this together we can still be alone

if our voices aren't lifting
and just through sand we're sifting;
searching, seeking, uncover, and then you'll grow.

when they said what they did
and we tried not to listen,
when they wrote what they
wrote with a bone for a pen,
in a tomb, on a trail
and they knew what would glisten,
and it wasn't gold,
my friends,
it wasn't gold at all.

because he came and he served,
and he lived and he died,
and we didn't get it.
and we don't get it.
and we'll never get it
if we stop walking
if we stop talking.

if we're not lifting
our voices,
if we're not making
the choices

that we,
our generation,
has been called to make,

then we're raping our wives,
and car-bombing our hives,
and this bloodless
confrontation
will erupt with rage.

because we have the choice
and finally, we have the voice.
because for hundreds of years
it's been denied us,

and we have the teacher,
and when we become the preacher,
we can see for ourselves
that it's ok to trust.

and when they said what they did
and we tried not to listen,
and when they wrote what they wrote
with a bone for a pen,
in a tomb, on a trail,
fellas,
they knew what would glisten.
and my brothers,
it wasn't gold at all.

so now they're talking, and so are we.
and now we're listening intently.
and now we're walking alongside
those prophets of old.

so now their writings come alive
and we skip, and we turn, and we jive
and now we're walking alongside
those prophets of old.

and when we write magic words
that spill from our hearts,
who will need a bone or a pen?

in the halls, in a classroom,
people will start to listen
when jesus starts speaking from
the mouth of a man.

and i'm that man.
and you're that man.

because we haven't stopped walking,
and we haven't stopped talking,
and we'll never stop walking,
and we'll never stop talking.

free

there is so much more to life
than who is sleepin' by your side
there is so much more to know
than those tears you shed at night

why can't you see
can't you see
how beautiful you are
to Him and to me

and i know you know just how
poor those boys, they're treatin' you
from a fit of rage, then it comes late
you sink down to the deepest blue

why can't you see
can't you see
how beautiful you are
to Him and to me

and i know that your fighting with your past
and i know that you think that love can't last
but i also know there's one thing
that's never let me down
and it's the man wearing your thorns as His crown

so why can't you see
can't you see
how beautiful you are
to Him and to me

because if you could see
the way we see
you'd know how beautiful you are
and you'd be free

90% of things on here are rough drafts that i never finished

there is so much more to life
than who is sleepin' by your side
there is so much more to know
than those tears you shed at night

why can't you see
can't you see
how beautiful you are
to me

and i know you know just how
poor those boys, they're treatin' you
from a fit of rage, then it comes late
and you sink down to the deepest blue

why can't you see
can't you see
how beautiful you are
to Him and me

and i know that your fighting with your past
and i know that you think that love can't last
but i also know there's one thing
that's never let me down
and it's the man wearing your thorns as a crown

so why can't you see
can't you see
how beautiful you are
to Him and me

because if you could see
the way we see
you'd know how beautiful you are
and you'd be free

I blended the last two together into this

a stark and telling moon is rising slowly over us
i tremble slightly with the pressure, lacking the necessary trust
what was created to be beautiful has now a sick, perverted grin
while our bodies work their magic i am drowning in the din

and you said, "oh oh oh
but i think it might be true"
and i said, "even so i can't do this to you"
then i said, "oh oh oh
but i think that she's the one"
even more
even more how will i feel
when this is done

the startling dysfunction then, of reason, of my brain
had trickled down a silent, agonizing, piercing pain
it found its way directly to the center of my chest
the point of this selfishness was pleasure, but all i felt was regret

and you said, "oh oh oh
but i think it might be true"
and i said, "even so i can't do this to you"
but i said, "oh oh oh
i think that she's the one"
even more
even more how will i feel
when this is done

two months later we pretend that we've got it all together
and i'm so sorry ______, but there are storms we cannot weather
i miss you now and i'll miss you then and this decision is so hard to make
but when time has passed, and our friendship lasts, we'll know it was not a mistake

and you said, "oh oh oh
but i think it might be true"
and i said, "even so i can't do this to you"
but i said, "oh oh oh
i think that she's the one"
even more
even more how will i feel
when this is done

and i think i'm scared of forgiveness
i don't think i deserve it
if i make myself out the villain
then you can push on through it

because it doesn't make sense
to give up when the getting's good
we can't see the consequences
like lovers ever could

and you said, oh oh oh
i think it might be true
and i said
even so i can't do this to you
but then i said, oh oh oh
i think she's the one
even more how will i feel
when this is done

and it wasn't the first time,
but it would be the last
i trembled with the pressure
i felt it deep within my chest

we shared what was reserved
for lovers closer intertwined
instead of pleasure at this selfishness
regret was the first thing on my mind

and you said, oh oh oh
i think it might be true
and i said
even so i can't do this to you

but then i said, oh oh oh
i think she's the one
even more how will i feel
when this is done

i woke up in a cold sweat
your beauty still nearby
never knew it would be this hard
to simply say goodbye