Holy Ghost
the cry for divine intervention. to a god, a spirit we are not entirely sure if we want to believe in. recalling simpler times, where we found solace in song, with a guardian whose presence once brought joy and solace. social constraints and expectations can stifle individuality, yet holding onto that belief can also push us away from ourselves more than belonging to something. a universal yearning for grace and renewal.
Holy ghost come in right through me
I'm a mess, I'm a mess
I don't care what faith you're using Just forgive, and let me live
Pretend I didn't go as far
And all mother's prayers worked
I didn't get hurt. And I didn't stumble home in her mind, Covered in dirt
Remember how we'd sing like we used to?
Rhyming along to whatever songs that let us pass through
But somehow we ended up strange far from where we're supposed to
What a rigid place from where we came
Leaving behind that cage of shame
And we found that freedom
Holy Ghost come in right through me
I'm a mess, and I'm a mess
And I don't care what faith you're using Just forgive, and let me live
Never did we think we'd be losing ourselves just to get clean
But it's fun to think it could've been worse in her company On her knees
Remember how we'd sing like we used to?
Rhyming along to whatever songs that let us pass through
But somehow we ended up strange far from where we're supposed to What a rigid place from where we came
Remember how we'd sing like we used to?
Rhyming along to whatever songs that let us pass through
But somehow we ended up strange far from where we're supposed to
What a rigid place from where we came
Leaving behind that cage of shame
And we found that freedom