The Bigger Picture

Long before the colors start to bleed I can see the painting come alive, clever like an angel in disguise moving in and out of reach. If the candle lights this crooked path like a lighthouse peering through the haze, I will find the river through the rain and I'll reach the water's edge. Shed your light on me, be my eyes when I can't see. Shed your light on me, be my guide so I can see the bigger picture. Prophecy's a blessing and a curse! Like a moth burned by the fire and driven to the flame, I must bear this cross alone, there's no one else to blame. With each treasure found another shipwreck's washed ashore, I am carried by the current on a slow and steady course. Shed your light on me, be my eyes when I can't see. Shed your light on me, be my guide so I can see the bigger picture. What if caught in a moment I get lost and can't find my way? What if all along I was wrong in every turn, in every way? Would you talk me off the ledge or let me take the fall? Better to try and fail than to never try at all! You look but cannot see, talk but never speak. You live but cannot breathe, see but don't believe. Wounds that never heal, a heart that cannot feel. A dream that's all too real, a stare as cold as steel. I've listened to the stories of resentment and disdain. I've looked into the empty eyes of anger, fear, and shame. I've taken blood from every stone and traveled every road! When I see the distant lights illuminate the night then I will know I am home.