I'm broken and battered. I'm desperately searching. For faith to make sense of the fall. The questions keep coming. I'm all out of answers. It's like I can't breathe at all.
3 a.m and you're tossing in your bed. Thoughts are turning in your head. You're hanging on, but how much longer. Why do empty things you pour your soul into.
Dream a little dream, dream a little while. Remembering a day when you were wide-eyed. Gave the Lord your heart, gave Him all your soul. Slowly you have taken back control.