feelings cover my scars
you watch me wither away
follow me to that place
beyond our secrets
help me get there
together forever
with light on our faces
walk beside the grace and peace
don’t turn back
the glory has just started
stay a while
feel the grass on your back
comfort at last
running in the grace and peace
sitting with the holy
freedom, love, joy, fill our faces
we didn’t waste our time to get here
the trip was worth it
no more black to hold us in

-Brian Webb

Sitting in a small box, in the corner of the deepest, darkest room.
I find myself.
Gloom.
There, over there.
Trees bend and curse the ground below them.
The sky believes in helping but can not alone.
Gloom.
There, over there.
Oceans stuck and curse the hole they sit in.
The sky believes in helping but can not alone.
Gloom.
Seek me out. Forever.
The ground will stretch for miles, but I will be there.
In the corner of the deepest, darkest room.
Waiting for freedom, and the shine.

-Brian Webb

this heart is dieing without you
die die die
pain
heart die
never fall with me again for the heart has become weak
raining on your parade
but mine is on fire
everyone scatter, everyone pray

-Brian Webb

in the dead of night
swirl around us
the hearts of millions cry out
come home, come home
Have you seen the world lately
pain is in our eyes
the light is getting dimmer in our homes
and the trenches are getting deeper and wide
we stand at the edge of everest
come home, come home
you are missed
many lost the image of you
the day no longer brings joy as it did from the start
darkness prevails in this world now
our chest are about to explode with love for you
come home, come home…lord…come home

-Brian Webb