Grind My Bones - Shayfer James

I am a moment slowly dying

Soon I will only cross your mind from time to time

I’ll be the patterns in your seething cracks

As you resist another glass of wine

I am a solitary sentence

I shed on poetry and prose everybody knows

I have no marvelous inflection

Just random letters grouped in lines and rows

And here I’m waiting for the Lord up above

To grind my bones

Love, I’m waiting for the Lord up above

To grind my bones

Now as the walls around us crumble

Watch all the idiots and hypocrites rebel

You are two dashes and a number

And all of your complaining couldn’t save you from yourselves

And here I’m waiting for the Lord up above

To grind my bones

While you’re praying to the ghost in your blood

To save your souls

And here I’m waiting for the Lord up above

To grind my bones

Love, I’m waiting for the Lord up above

To grind my bones

Luckily I’m not alone

There’s many here around me

In every fist, there is a stone that’s set to cast

Once upon a time

Oh I was lost and nothing found me

You better know that when I go

I’m going fast

I’m waiting for the Lord up above

To guide me home

While you’re praying to the ghost in your blood

To save your soul

And here I’m waiting for the Lord up above

To grind my bones

Love, I’m waiting for the Lord up above

To grind my bones