I've been singing your praise,

singing your name.

I've been singing until my throat ached.

I've been singing the same.

The same vague tune, just switching up the words.

I've been singing some words based off songs I've heard.

Are my songs my thoughts or a tune to something I've been taught?

I've been singing for days.

I've been singing your hate.

Man, I've been singing your discomfort, been singing your distrust.

I've been singing your blindness, been singing your disgust.

I've been singing all your colors, been singing your confusion.

I've been repeating all your prayers, I've been lost in this illusion.

I've been singing in a certain tone, singing in a quiet one.

I've been singing in this crossing fire, been singing to walk across that fire.

I've been singing this song, standing in this line, been singing this song to try and take me higher.

But not too high, been cut down when I almost reached that sky.

I've been singing your fear, been singing what I hear.

But I fear what I hear, fear what I sing.

I keep my fears that I hear, fears that sing.

I keep them hidden, keep them bottled in me.

I keep the songs that I sing, bottled in me because you told me to keep my composure.

"Don't blow it son, you've got to find closure.

Keep singing those songs, they'll carry you over.

They carried ME over.

At least I think.

So YOU think they did.

Sing my songs.

Our songs.

The hymns in this book will keep all your crazy, abstract songs off that hook.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Keep it in tune and think like you know and sing in that same tone."

I've been singing your praise,

singing your name.

I've been singing until my throat ached.

I've been singing your fear,

Keeping in near.

I've been singing your hate,

been playing keep away.

I've been singing the same, been singing what I've been taught.