Five, Eight and Ten

The humble and righteous and meek
 Are teaching me who's will to seek
 But who really knows how to speak
 About these things
 Questions of where can he go
 When he is feeling so low
 And kicking himself just to show
 How he still bleeds
 And I want to know the difference between
 What sparkles and what is gold
 I wonder how many eyes
 Are fixed like a vulture's on me
 Now I wonder if I can even move or breathe
 Without disappointing someone
 And I know what they call themselves
 But I don't remember inviting them
 To put me on this pedastal
 And make me feel so naked
 Afraid to look down
 Afraid to turn around
 I bring it on myself
 I know I bring it on myself
 And I want to know the difference between
 What sparkles and what is gold
 I walked along beside the purple mountains beneath the orange sky
 Imagined what it all might look like with these planks out of my eyes
 I wondered if the big white horse was coming down tonight
 I wanted to taste that victory but my mouth was dry
 There is only tonight and the light that bleeds from your heart
 Makes me want to try and start again