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
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