Comedy Waltz

We listen to the tales and romanticize, how we follow the path of the hero. Boast about the day when the rivers overrun, How we'll rise to the height of our halo. Listen to the tales as we all rationalize, our way into the arms of the savior. Feigning all the trials and the tribulations. None of us have actually been there, Not like you... Ignorant siblings in the congregation. Gather around spewing sympathy, Spare me... None of them can even hold a candle up to you. Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see. But enough about the collective Judas. Who could deny you were the one who illuminated? Your little piece of the divine. And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way. Your way home... Oh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down? Without you to guide them all to Zion? What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun? Other than tremble incessantly. High is t