Someone’s been counting since the day I died.
I’m in the inside of the outside,
Where I wouldn’t need to hide.
Slipping beneath the sleep of death,
Catch sight of God sitting at the foot of his rest.
He beckons me over with tears in his eyes,
Smiles gently and cracks open the book of my life.
I’m face to face with my truths and lies.

Imagine knowing ends without beginnings.
Where you paint time according to the feeling.
Paint strength, paint weakness.
Paste them aside on beautiful white pages.
Paint people with none of their colorful faces.
Till God touches each frown,
To replace with a smile,
Paint faces with truths that run on for ages