Weary Soul

Yes ,yes I was a precious soul Turned to a flower that's slowly decaying My roots are dead and gone Can only draw waters when I'm praying The stars allign enough to keep me breathing but never enough to keep me away from grieving I'm a question mark in motion when it comes to the act of living Sometimes wishing to silence my cardiac rhythm God's absence is like a faded sunray The dying little light that saw me through dark day Oh lord,sinner as I am in my life please stay They ask who did I lose ,why am I grieving I lost the only thing I had hope Entangled to a downward facing slope Of which I wish to climb Just for the world to witness that I'm a dime Yes I'm lonely,but undeserved attention is a crime So I'll wait on God to renew my weary soul Make the flower precious again Return it to its original Image Restore the hope I lost