She slowly opened her eyes and squinted at the sun
Dutifully she tells herself to keep going, get up as the new day has begun
His voice is too quiet, too distant and faint
Unable to wrap her mind around what it could mean to be a saint
She thinks as she set her feet on the floor
“What I don’t understand is why this sadness is so impossible to ignore.”
When will that day finally come-
The new world with You as the sun?
Crying inside as she shuffles to her desk down the hall,
Life on this rollercoaster stumbling with a fall
Why again, why these nightly thoughts of wonder
How again did she skip her much-needed slumber
All the possibilities running through her head
Thinking to herself, “Why can’t I be more like You instead?”
Alone in her adoration He quietly tells her to just be
Be the love, be patient, simply believe, and soon you will see.
Thinking foolishly to her self, “That’s not good enough for me.”
She wants to know why, when, how, where, and at what cost
She wants you to hold her and tell her nothing is lost
Thoughts of illness, confusion and the drain of insanity
All that she fears and loathes remains a possibility
Not again, she pleads…
Not again. Not again.
Please God… something good.
Just, please God…not again.