Levi The Poet - The Teacher Speaks (A Time To Keep And A Time To Cast Away) lyrics

It’s times like these that I used to
Be a lot closer to God well
I’ve got friends that don’t know
Him at all and when I miss him
Well it’s a shame that they don’t know
What they’re missing this Will Destroy
You is my writing music
And their progression makes me feel
Like I’m progressing through
(or past) all of the empty inspiration
And into something that might last
– like letters to lovers could
Transcend their pages and cut
Deep into the heart of the receiver
Well I read a love
Letter labeled "Emotion" signed, "With Hate
Love, The Deceiver" And frankly
I couldn’t love him more!

Well I don’t know what’s in store for us
But I know that not every glorious answer
To prayer is from God, and some of these
Voices are not him speaking at all
But it’s so simple to convince yourself that
It’s the Spirit talking to you
(like each convenience is a virtue)
O! If practice makes perfect
Then I am going to pretend
My way into feeling until
I finally love my neighbor! But son
You are not writing out
A single thing that is actually
Close to your heart, and I know the
Music tugs at it's strings
But it hasn’t pulled it apart
And you’ve been writing
For everybody else for so long that you don’t
Know who you are! Because I
Swear the only way
You find yourself nowadays is in these pages
(I mean, in those days
Was in those pages) I have
Not written or prayed
For days and days and days and days
And days and days and day AND DAYS AND
Days and days and days and days!

There is a time for everything that’s
Under the sun and this
One has run it's course i’ve
Sworn up and down that there is more to pour
Out but it’s all forced
And I don’t know anymore that
Sadness became my comfort, and maintaining
It became my chore… Well there is
A time to weep and
There is a time to mourn and there is a time
To laugh and it is fighting
For it’s place in a
Time of war! There are still
Monsters in my closets, father!
(and I can feel the shadow people hiding in
The hallways) are they ever going to stop
Sneaking up behind me? Is anybody else my
Age still afraid of a black night
And do you run in the dark
In a panic for the light?

Well, it’s the sunken, disappointed
Creeping-through-my-stomach-in-the-morning rise
And fall of
Lungs on the
Verge of collapse keeping me from talking
To God it’s the sunken, swollen eyelids
Making love to all things permissible but
Proven hardly profitable at all it’s
The walls, thick as paper i mean
Thin as paper i mean
Thick or thin as paper as thick
Or thin as the plaid
Pajama-bottoms patiently passing as a
Passive activist for abstinence
In between thick skin… IT’S
THE WALLS! fragile
As paper that I can’t feel you through!
It’s all vanity and vapor that I
Cater to my emotions because I am the most
Important person in my
Universe interlocking fingers
With both God and Satan, so that after
I’ve made love to the devil
I can stay on my knees and start praying

There is a time for everything
That’s stuck under the sun
But you’ve been stuck in one for years now
And it’s time to move on if
I have truly found a new beginning
Then why am I so hell-bent on
Living in the past? There is a
Difference between what you know, and what
You practice
And I’ve had to practice purging my
Practices because I know I’ve heard
Promises of a life that gets past
This: What I want to
Do, I don’t, and what I don’t
I do and I’ve been practicing depravity
Rather than knowing you god! If your
Mercies are new every morning
Then all of this can’t be grasping
After the wind and I’ve
Seen vanity reach out it's sweet
Hand to me and
I’ve built my "firm footing" on
It’s fragile whims oH! There
Is a time to keep and a time to heal
(and I am numb cuddling
With these werewolves) and
I know that there has got to be
A time to feel and the time is
Long past to cast away these stones:

I’m still broken
But I know you can rebuild these
Bones i keep looking back
Before I go forward, but I just
Want to set my sights on
Home i’ve got no Plan b i’m just running for
Home i’m still dragging
But I just want to make it home