the blur strikes again.

i lied to you
you lied to me
it was sweet at the time
we thought we were free
but lies, they trap
they manipulate hearts
and now all you can see
are blurs racing past.

the things that you chose
to pick out of the blur
are the moonlit memories
a staircase, a murmur,
a promise quickly made,
and fast retracted, replaces
the lies once told
and that through the blur races

you struggle, you grasp
onto nothing, onto mist
onto feelings we forced
and nothing honest
it wasn't true, it wasn't right,
and now i try to move on
you put up a fight,
though your sword weighs a tonne.

there was hurt, there were tears
why won't you let go?
do you really truthfully want
so much sorrow?
why do you chose
to keep your heart broken
to keep dancing on shards
to keep emptily hoping?

this doesn't rest on me
or my heart or my actions
in this disposable world
i am merely a fraction
of creation, of life,
of the beauty placed here,
so pick up the pieces,
and the hurt and the fear

and surrender them to someone
who won't turn their back
who won't lie to you
and who will keep you on track
He made you, He loves you,
He bought you back home,
And with open arms waits,
A king on the throne,

can't you see that in pining,
you're still putting me first?
that it's dwelling on riches
placed right here, on earth,
ignore me, directly,
if that's what it takes,
just stop taking your eyes
off what's really at stake

Lose me, instead
Hold on to the right,
the one and the only
the saviour, the light,
the healer, the friend,
the brother and more,
for though he's closed this small window,
to you He's opened a door.