I'm stumped on this one, so if you want to mess around with it, feel free.

Perspicacity

It begins beneath the fading light
Of a season newly born
The horizon marks a dawning night
Now older, more careworn.

Something Something Something
Summer Summer Summer
I don't have enough sunshine in my soul to fill this part.
Birth of faith, heat, sunshine and storms.

Autumn, loss of faith blah blah blah.

And from the long dark winters
Spent battling our souls
Bleak and gray, off-center
Our demons growing bold
And the leaves idly fallen
Amid the tattered shards of faith
Rebirth came softly calling
In shades of green and grace.
And past the times of darkness' gloom
Where we frolicked in our sin
As ever, promise gently blooms
As the world believes in You again.

5 am brain dump

Un(en)titled

I wonder what the price of progress is,
And if we knew, would we dare to pay
And if we knew, could we dare to pray
That God forgive what we deliberately did?
I wonder what the cost of living is
And if the corpse that bears our weight
Was worth the gluttony and hate
It took to get us here
To speed their passing and fuel their fears
I wonder what the cost of our living is?
Is it that somewhere in a sweat shop
We saw an agonized sweat drop
And made it an image for "a cause"
That we champion without claws
Unless someone else dares to make them?
And I wonder if we matter in the white space without applause
The empty hearts and empty bellies
The glassy-eyed with legs of jelly
Or if we only do good things to boast
That we're making progress now?
But we're making progress how, exactly?
And I wonder do we even know what progress really is
And if it's worth its cost?