Sheree Plett, 'Ramblings'

every morning, you'll hear me at it again
every morning, i lay out the pieces of my life
on your altar, at your feet.
listen yahweh can you make sense of my groans and cries,
listen yahweh.
breathe over, breathe over,
breathe over these ramblings of the night.
and here i am, your guest, i enter your house, here i am
waiting for directions, to get me safely through enemy lines
like a blind hunter, they wait for me all day
every word they speak, their lungs breathe out poison.
the chase is wild my god
i'm tired of all this, so tired
my beds been floating forty days and forty
nights on the flood of tears
can't you see i'm black and blue
beat up badly in bones and soul?
yahweh, how long? yahweh.

Sheree Plett is an awesome singer I heard recently in Vancouver.