Petitioning An Empty Heart

Those grains of sand passing slowly to the bottom. Time is endless in a world that doesn't count on time. Time is endless when its time to shine. And all light beams streak the stage. They know us, we know them, all too well. Now we are obsolete. The stress of divine intervention, seems to wear us all down. Sun Bleached White, marked for hell, strapped for cash, just can't get well. I feel guilty for my sins, God don't know. I feel guilty for my sins, no God don't know. Pass the proof, mother earth send me home, pass up safety, mother earth let me roam.