Current Desperation (Angels Speak of Nothing) - Robert Pollard

Current desperation

Always on my mind

Shadows in the garland

Shadows that tell lies

Oh sorrow in the higher

Grows into loving

All hours need to focus

On the ground to spy on her

As shallow streams are sorry-ing the bugs

She’s glowing unrefined

As the angels speak of nothing

Vibrant, high

Robbers take new gravesites

Take mine to bury trepidation

But in current desperation, love

Crying out unknown

Never ever know

Where and when forgiveness will be shown

I don’t know

Though I want it a lot

A path begins to grow

Showering this on everything you know