The Union

I was lying on my back look up at the ceiling Trying to come up with a wheel or dealing See I kept a diary sense I was young I captured my dreams filled up with kings & queens far off places with knights and lances In one such dream I can make things move with my thoughts Flying guitars through the house Snap shot moments of the past Having so much fun with a hope it would last Trading places with flirting traces Deep inside we have no reason to hide Some dreams filter through the manic extreme Faces with tombstone eyes in their head It's the walking dead face full with lead The demonic and deranged A chance at which to rearrange Laying back once again Now I'm being paid a visit of a beloved friend From the savior I have grown to depend Yet beneath my window there lies faces, traces and spaces I got goo on my shoes so at times I sing the blues Still I dig much deeper then ever before lest I implore Dreams can teach of many lessons of life A dash to splash in the ocean of oblivion The union is when God came to me in his son Jesus I must confess through all of the madness There was a chosen way of escape Through the only key that will open heaven's door