My Calling
I’m feeling empty as hell,
Lost in my lonesome shell
I’m dealing with these demons...
I’m blinded by a thousand sins...
But, I’m sure
I will endure
I’m not over the feeling
The feeling of free-falling...
I’m slowly, but surely revealing
The reason behind my calling
My calling is far better
Than anything on Earth
My calling is to be a go-getter
With so much lovely mirth
And knowing my worth
I’m feeling somewhat whole...
Lost in the black hole...
I’m blinded by fame that sells
Fame that puts me under spells
I want to deal with these angels...
But, I’m sure
I will endure
I’m not over the feeling
The feeling of free-falling...
I’m slowly, but surely revealing
The reason behind my calling
My calling is far better
Than anything on Earth
My calling is to be a go-getter
With so much lovely mirth
And knowing my worth
I’m not over the feeling
The feeling of free-falling...
I’m slowly, but surely revealing
The reason behind my calling
Feeling too much under pressure
Not over my injury, I’m sure
Feeling numb inside my bones, so I call you on my cellphone
Just to hear your voice so pure
Not over the fact that I feel all alone, but I’m not on my own
Pretty sure I’ll find a vibrant cure
But, I’m sure
I will endure
I’m not over the feeling
The feeling of free-falling...
I’m slowly, but surely revealing
The reason behind my calling
My calling is far better
Than anything on Earth
My calling is to be a go-getter
With so much lovely mirth
And knowing my worth
I’m not over the feeling
The feeling of free-falling...
I’m slowly, but surely revealing
The reason behind my calling
But, I’m sure
I will endure
For, He’s the cure
I’m more than certain
As the seasons change and crops
Grow oh so tall
My calling tells me to endure
The rainstorm again
I’m falling like raindrops,
So catch me as I fall
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2021
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