blue dime

new morning, same sweat
bruises along the horizon, no word yet
this is my new mercy
some days drowning, some days only wet

devil comes, he’s asking around
so i throw down my weapons and follow without a sound
this is my new worship
two arms stretched out to you and one foot underground

i need a sign
a blue dime

don’t need a miracle scene
or the everyday—maybe something in between
this is my new power
turning holy wine into gasoline

i have everything to lose
and no one left to fail
i need a bullet through the clouds
so i can step on through and ride your vapor trail

twenty years worth of trouble in ten
but every night you fill this shattered cup again
this is my new prayer
take all this pity and pain and make it beautiful, amen