Levi The Poet - Leviathan Grew Up Inside of a Broken Home lyrics

Seventeen years younger and as carefree
As you can be
That tricycle rolls around Date street –
Over all of his father’s
Worries how he smiled when he
Saw that tricycle! How he
Smiled when I saw that tricycle! How
His heart melted over his
Bipolar soul when his seed learned
To ride that tricycle!

I picture i picture my
Father, healthy, healthy
Sitting next to my mother behind a closed
Bedroom door where I can’t see… and
He stares down at his hands and
He buries his face in them
And he’s wondering where the time
Goes – where the
End of four years left him without a
Bike to hold on to, while his boy rides


The red and silver memory down the street
Wondering where his gift of a
Bike that he can’t
Hold on to anymore will take his boy

I hear his chemicals rip apart
At that feeling of
Being wanted that he kept close to his heart
And he can’t take his eyes off of
His cracked fingers that
His seed doesn’t need to
Steady the seat anymore
Because his boy can do it on his own

I wanted to tell the tale
As detailed as the demons
Did with those four white
Walls as their canvas

Well, my father’s father was a failure! And
His mother loved her lover more than
She loved her sons my father is
Nearing the end of a good
Fight that he’s fought since the beginning: a
Far better man than the one
He feared he might become glendora will
Always be the place his brain
Fragmented, and China will always be the
Place that he felt whole
Beijing will be the place the
Devil tried to fight it, and my mother will
Always be the keeper of his soul well
I just want them to grow
Old together, to sit on the front
Porch of their home together
To laugh about how my sister was the far more
Responsible child to reminisce of
How much we’ve grown
You’ve still got to marry me and my wife
And you’ve still got to walk
Your daughter down the
Isle and give her to a man that you
Trust enough to take care of
Your little girl you’ve
Got to see the smile on her face
When she sees the smile on mom’s
Face when she sees the
Smile on your face as you
Give away your world we’re
All riding our tricycles
Bicycles through these streets and
We’re all gradually
Letting go i know it doesn’t
Make it any easier
But, you are not the failure
That your parent’s were and
I’d have never learned to ride on my own

Well, how frail are these bodies!
(And with your hand turned against me)
We blossom like a flower
And then whither in the winter
And like a passing
Shadow, we quickly disappear if I
Hold my head high, you
Hunt me like a lion, and even if I try
I can’t feel you when you say
That you’re near my days fly
Faster than the weaver’s shuttle
And they end without hope you, my lucky man
Have been privileged to joy
And cope in the same suffering your
Savior claims he knows! And who
Are you to challenge your creator?
Surely resentment destroys the fool
And have you ever commanded the morning
Into daylight’s transition into
Evening’s cool?

All I know is that we’re
All houses that someone
Crafted for a reason some of our paint
Is chipping, and we weather with the seasons
But all of us branches are prone to decay
So was it an honorable man or a
Cruel hand that made us this
Way? I am a house that creaks and groans
And all of my
Bones shake i’ve got a cornerstone
That I call my own, but
I stumble on it every day
And the one that makes me
A home, the builders rejected and
Threw away on some days
I am tempted to follow suit
And uproot my faith

You built up your identity as a failure
Gave ear to demons, legions, screaming
"Some father you are! Some
Husband! Some friend! Some
Pastor! Some man! Some lover! Some Christian!
Some brother! Some son! Some change that you
Turned out to be in the end!"

Just look at the work of your hands!
(Left dead to survey the damage) I wanted
To paint the picture as detailed
As the devil did with those four
White walls as his canvas

But, I finally believe that God is going to
Heal my dad! And it took a long
Long time to get here, but I’ve heard
Rumors of rest for the heavy laden
And you do not have a savior unable
To sympathize with your weaknesses there
Are liars inside your mind that you
Lay claim to control your life
And there are monsters inside your
Heart that have dug
In their talons and become a part
Of you but there is
Mercy every morning, and to the
Burdened, there is rest
And that promise overwhelms the deepest
Bouts of doubt and consciousness

All I want is for joy to replace to
The pain inside those irises and all
My dad wants is to ride his bike
Again! The one with the basket on
The back that I sat in as a kid
And we’d ride by the fire
Stations and the firemen would
Blare the sirens
For me from their fire trucks
And I would know what it was to
Trust and practice faith like a
Child! Do you remember what it is
To become as a child?

I know you’re ready to go home, but if
You could withstand the tests of time, oh
Job will sing out in the
Choir that we are the blink of an eye
Pleading: there is rest! And this
Is not who you are, the way the light is not
Characterized by shadow, the dark
Or the depth of his scars, saying: "Oh
My pain is significant
But it did not make me savior
In resurrection you are made in the
Image and likeness of your creator"
Be joy! And may it be for
The glory of the Lord, because, god
If there is a point to this
I don’t see it anymore but
I believe in sovereignty –
In something bigger than
You and me and history and the
Way these generational curses seem
To rip apart at the seams of our family

Oh my God, be rest where is the rest?