There's only one MP3 available here. It makes me think of Michelle.

These are the lyrics:

We listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero

Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we'll rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Fading all the trials and the tribulations,

None of us have actually been there,
Not like you...

The ignorant fibbers in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me...

None of them could even hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choices, hypocrites
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 it gives your past unto me,
I'll let it shine,
to guide you safely on your way

Your way home...

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

High as a wave
But I'll rise on up off the ground.
You are the light and the way
They'll only read about
I only pray heaven knows
When to lift you out

10000 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 fist at the gates saying,
"I have 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!"...

Give me my (x5)

"Give me my wings"

You are the light, the way, that they will only read about

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

Daylight dims leaving cool flourescence.
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
Hallejullah,
It's time for you to bring me home.

5.4.06 : there's something uncomfortable about writing in regards to a permanently vacant friend

You've had my full attention, M. I know you've been gesturing and talking to me. From your pictured perfect version of heaven. M's heaven. You've had plenty left to share. The multiple burnt out light bulbs and flickering television set only begin to tell a part of this story. I've felt you standing next to me. Turned around out of nowhere one day. And waived to you from the middle of my basement's staircase. Knowing that you were returning the gesture with a smile and an invisible wave of your own. You touched my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen on Easter's afternoon. And I wasn't scared. I'm not scared of your signs. I'm calm and open when you come approaching. Because you've been the only complete one. To help me through your death. You're reaching to me from a higher place. A bright beautiful place. You've been telling me that it's okay. That God took away the cancer and it's pain. That he/she has made you happy and comfortable and at peace again. You're happy and you're warm. You're okay now. That's what you've said. But I want to tell you that I miss you. And I do tell you that I miss you. As I speak and launch my lungs to the open silent air. You know that I miss you so much. I love you so much. I just want to hear your voice.

I want to again steal the nightly hugs from your grinning grip. I want to walk to you with my absurd penned sketches in hand. And let you tape them up onto your walls. I want to surprise you with cups of Starbucks chai tea and cold apple pies from McDonalds. I wish that I still had invitations to come and watch movies with you in your peaceful living room. I want to hang out with you. To sit down and eat lunch with you and laugh with you. I want to debate with you. And talk about art and it's inspiration. About refilling yourself with inspiration.....

I miss you so much. I miss you too much to even continue these words.....