Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep? I shall collect myself after I weep Then garb myself in ocean blue With no method of goodbye for you Should the marsh render a crane to cry And should the sea suspend it's gulls to fly I'll lend myself unto their wings And hear the voice of Jesus sing No wish for she whose whimsy does soar No wish to sleep forever more No eye shadow as thick as paint No pigment pleads unto the faint Forgiveness like a blanket of snow Whispers like the wind does blow Beckoning unto the deep Offering out unto the meek There you lay in Jesus hands Resting there beside the Lamb There will not be a circular piece To drive into a square shaped keep No hands to hold within my own No second soul inside our home I'ma walk beside the crystal sea Myself for my love and my love for me