In a Work (In Progress)

on a cloudy day
in this crowded place
wishing you were here
wishing's all the same

with your smiling face
running through my mind
i turn in place
as i face the sky

it's not the brightest day
but it feels alright
and i slowly start to feel
alive

In (the Name of) Disprogress

you think a prayer on your deathbed will save you,
after you've denied Him your whole life?
well maybe it will,
but what if your deathbed comes tonight?