Feeling the sag of mind, feeling
The conscious ignorance, knowing
What. How. Tell me how
What is there to do. Even so
Hands won't hold if I
Trust them with my weight. So
Then again, my feet are not close enough to my heart. I am
Sorrowful man
But it's not often I'm able to cry
Should I forget about that Mountain of Rejoycing or be
Glad that there are eyelids to be watched, from time to time
Don't know. Truly, I don't understand
Can't feel sure that God will even hear a cry
Could our partings be running too deep
Even for the merging dreams
Feel like it's all too much to bear
Where's the chance for smiles to happen;
Unable. Don't even know
What to hope and pray for
The final tangled junction of all dead ends .. Of pain;
Truth revealed
Mine. Finders seekers. Strength
Should I consider somebody
Who's just not to be right for the feelings
I Don't know. Truly, I don't understand
Can't feel sure that God will even hear a cry
Who will bring comfort. Who will stay
Near; who will bear my touch
No friend, no love; nowbody
To understand: All in-vain thoughts
Trying their best to satisfy
The mind. But the vanity
You take only when you're very weak...Very:
Finished as they are
Feel I'm not weak; yet
Not yet. Or then, my weakness
May just pass unnoticed through my weakness
Don't know. Truly I don't understand
Can't feel sure that God will even hear the cries