The peace I want, I can't quite reach. Too much noise. Too many distractions.
Every chance that shows itself gets taken away by something I can't control. Raging waters run deep in my soul. Someone asks, "What's wrong?" I say "Nothing,"
Because I don't want to explain how I feel shattered - Unable to put the pieces back. I'm trying to heal, but there's still something I lack. What is it? Am I doing it wrong? Maybe I should just be a puppet. Attach the strings. Move me however you will. I wish that would make it easier,
But somehow, I still don't see this ending well. They say, "If it were easy, it wouldn't be worth it." But what if the easy thing is the better price to pay? I need help, but I can't hear His voice. Too much noise. Too many distractions. Not enough time. I can't do this on my own. Will anyone ever take my hand? I'm drowning in everything. I know He's calling me - But I can't hear: Ears clogged, Brain fogged. So I lie here on this cold, hard floor. Thinking. Wanting to speak? But what's the point? Nothing will change. I scream for help, but no one comes. The One I need -
I've blocked Him out. Because like I said, I'm drowning, still searching for the peace, that once came looking for me.