Prelude to Story of The Sky

The sun today will rise for you, but you will never know
The wind will sing a song for you, but will you ever know
That you are the audience of the sun, and the stars shine for you
Yeah, the sky’s alive for you

We’re waiting for our day to come
We’re waiting for our adventure to begin
And if yours was yesterday, I know it will be hard
To carry on

The clouds are raining on you
And despite all of the pain, I know you’ll breathe again
And the wind’s no longer singing, but screaming at you
The tide is slowly rising, but your feet are stuck to the floor
The sky is being taken, taken away

It’s easy to say, “I’m giving up”
And it’s easy to think that you’re going down
But don’t you dare, child, don’t you dare
Don’t stop now, the light will come
Will come, will come

-Zach

I started writing poetry…

I started writing poetry to say things that would be awkward to say for real in front of you
And it’s really not a healthy habit, I think, now that I reflect it off the glass
So I wonder if I could do things in real life
I wonder if I could say what I think while looking right at you, face to face
My bet is no, but I’d pay up to lose on that one in a hurry

And if my hand slips awkwardly away from my pocket, it won’t know where to go but to these keys, it’s my retreat
And if my unsteady social interaction leads me right to you, I’d want to be face to face
And if my hand slips awkwardly away from my pocket, could it find its way to your shoulder, could it find its way to you

I would so much rather have the ability to have a conversation as deep as the darkness that floods my mind while I’m in front of you
And writing sometimes really isn’t happy, as you know, it’s easy because I’m lonely
But that’s about to change in real life
So my heart no longer lives and grows on pages, paper, pen, but face to face
I’ll live and dive through oceans to make this true with you

And if my hands find their way away from my pockets and I leave my place in the corner, I won’t be afraid to say
I won’t be afraid to put words into the air that float over to you
And if I find my way away from the corners, I will find my way to you and see you face to face

And I could tell you how I feel without first writing it out
And it might be awkward, but trust me, that’s how you’ll know it’s me

-Zach

Would Be an Earthquake

Today I read some words that made me think an awful lot about you
They made me miss you, and they made known to me the room in my heart for you
There’s a room in my heart for you

And I think you know that I miss you
But I’d rather you know that I love you
And I know you’d guess that I’m praying for you
But I want you to know that I love you
I want you to know that I love you, my friend

I would die for your eyes to smile at me
And to know I mean the world to you would be an earthquake to my feet

Did my eyes go numb?
Because I cannot feel a thing when yours meet mine

-Zach

Listen to I Am Not More

On my purevolume.

I Am Not More

I haven’t ever been more moved by a voice in pen
Than the day you spoke to me
It’s taken time to become more than I used to be
And I hope that you will see

I am not more than who I am
And who I am will never be
Worthy of certain things

I haven’t ever been given hope in the dose you gave
On that day you spoke to me
It’s taken time, but I’m still waiting
Waiting for you to come

I am not more than who I am
And who I am will never be
Worthy of certain things

But you could change it all in an instant
You could give the world to me

-Zach

Nothing More (Broken in Two)

The sun is down, and will be for a while
Giving me time to cope, giving me over to you
However we run along and feign the real
It’s still behind these walls, just let them fall
Let them break
And let them bleed

The river is rushing, it’s reaching and wanting
But holding it back is what I’ve taken to
And I can’t stop, you know I can’t stop
The real is coming through if I just will it to
But I will break
And I will bleed
What does it take
To bend my knees to you

My heart is nothing more than hard and worn
My skin is nothing more than black and blue
My lungs are nothing more than breathing you
All of me is now broken in two

And all this time, I’ve forgotten the real
I’ve forgotten the love I have, the love you are
I’ve forgotten my heart, I’ve forgotten your heart
I’ve forgotten you

Help me remember you

Help me remember you when I am lost
Give me thirst for you in this weary land
This little world of mine

Well, I am broken
And I bleed, too
I guess it’s what it takes
To bend my knees to you

Jesus, me, you are greater than

-Zach

Instrumental

Sometimes there aren’t words to say. Listen to it happen on my purevolume.