Listen to the tales and romanticize
How we follow the path of the hero
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun
How we rise to the height of our halo

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations
None of us have actually been there
Not like you

Ignorant siblings in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy
Spare me
None of them can even hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choices hipocrits won't see
But enough about the collective Judas
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
Your little piece of the divine

This little light of mine a gift you passed onto me
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way
Your way home

What are they going to do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way, but our eyes are upon the ground.
You were the light and the way, they'll only read about.
I only pray heaven knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough, you're going home.

You're the only one who can hold your head up high
Shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I've come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now
My time now
Give me my, give me my wings!"

You are the light and way that they will only read about.

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon the believers
You were my witness
My eyes, my evidence
Judith Marie
Unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence
Difficult to see you in this light
Please forgive this bold suggestion:
Should you see your Maker's face tonight
Look Him in the eye
Look Him in the eye and tell Him:
"I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one
Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home"