going up

If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.  C.S. Lewis

A bus station, in the steam from the rain
In this line of pale strangers, should I go or stay?
The whole field of vision, fades beneath me now
And the houses spread for a million miles in this gray town

And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
It would pass right through you, so now’s your chance

Would you fall to pieces
Would you fall to pieces
Would you fall to pieces
In the high countries?

We are just pilgrims of the great divorce
I am witness to the light and I am captive
To my own remorse

And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
It would pass right through you, so now’s your chance

You drink the cup to the bottom, but it burns in your hands
The cup was poured out on the Maker instead

Out on the green plains, I am but a ghost
Bound up with all that I call “mine,” still the light grows

High Countries :: Caedmon’s Call

make no protest as you go
for every soul must pay its dues
this is the kingdom they talk about
they talk about and fight for
and for which they die
you’ll not be gone from them for long
but you’ll forget their names and maybe mine
we’ll stand in the sunrise and the sunsets
and the moon light to remind you

please don’t look at me that way
you know i hate to shatter the
innocence i’ve made
the innocence i’ve made

some are already there who feel like you
i understand, cause i’ve lived there too
some ignore, some defy, some are confused
and others decide to return their own way
how lonely

i’ll be standing by you still
though while you’re there you might not feel it
is there any persuasion that i can use
that i can use that i can use
to convince you

please don’t look at me that way
you will never be all by yourself
all by yourself
and you will never be the same
you will never be the same…

Make No Protest :: Lori Chaffer