Owen Meaney



A foundation built on nothing I could see

Secure in your immaculate perception

The last resort I thought I'd ever exercise

Now, all that I have to stand on

Grieving from a different point of view

I learned it's meaning from you

In life and death

And continue

...But faith is just a

Silent tribute

Mine is just a desprate act

Give him back

I owe him

Throw me a line, I'll suspend

My disbelief

And concede

Following your lead


Led into this concession with hope and doubt

A seemingly futile gesture

My faith is just a silent tribute

This just a desperate act

Holding on

It's just this desperation that

Takes me home