Taking the Limits Off

Doves above your windowsill You're questioning if it was real And sink into your broken bed To spend your days inside your head The ceiling tiles are aglow These lonely walls are all you know The cross from when you were a girl An heirloom of your righteous world A victim of your circumstance You're praying for another chance When rectifying visions flood And lift you from your wretched rut A break from the monotony The prisoner and lowly sheep The sound of rain upon your street It lulls you in your deepest sleep He came to you within your dream He never turns out how he seemed Oh, kneel before your majesty You've been chosen on behalf of me The curtains break to signify This life you've lived can't be a lie So detrimental to your mind Oh, weariness is so unkind