Should  you  hurt  yourself  or  simply  sleep?

I  shall  collect  myself  after  I  weep,

And  garb  myself  in  ocean  blue,

With  no  method  of  goodbye  to  you,

Should  the  marsh  render  a  crane  to  cry,

And  the  sea  suspend  her  gulls  to  fly,

I€™ll  lend  myself  unto  their  wings,

And  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus  sing,

No  wish  for  he  whose  whimsy  does  soar,

No  wish  to  sleep  forever  more,

No  eye  shadow  as  thick  as  paint,

No  pigment  pleads  unto  the  faint

Forgiveness  like  a  blanket  of  snow  whispers  like  the  wind  does  blow,

Beckoning  unto  the  deep,  offering  unto  the  meek,

And  there  you  lay  in  Jesus€™  hands,  resting  there  beside  the  lamb,

There  will  not  be  a  circular  piece  to  drive  into  a  square  shaped  keep,

No  hands  to  hold  within  my  own,

No  second  soul  inside  our  home,

We€™ll  walk  beside  the  crystal  sea,

Myself  for  my  love,  and  my  love  for  me