Joe Summers - Aphasia

Lately I wonder daily at the source of my unrest
Like in autumn
When at the bottom
When there is weight upon the chest
And every passing day
Every light is faded like a thought I second-guess

I feel a warning cut through the morning
It is not always as it seems
Somehow it all has come now
To crest above the line of dreams
Cut through the shadow line
A sudden thought reminding
"There is more beneath the stream."

There is still a light
That cuts the bound of time
Like a scythe through summer grass
Holy memory
A siren calling me;
Is this clarity at last?

Come now
Is where you're from now
Such a poison to avoid?
Wringing out every memory
To find the fruit is not destroyed
It all has been aphasia
And every scar that made ya
Is just a tool to be deployed
Breakthrough
How years can fill you
With such a stranger's melody
Fine line
A thought in my mind
Is like a thread that holds the seam
And now the garden grows
In somewhat even rows;
It is not always as it seems

There is still a sound
That shakes my solid ground
Like a message from the past
Sacred voice
I am not here by choice
But I will hold you nonetheless

Shadow line
Etched across my mind:
One devil, one savior
Who am I to be stuck in time?
What strange behavior