Without a Calling
It gets quiet way down here in the deep
Yet I have found not an ounce of peace
It hurts but not like a physical or emotional creep
Its a spiritually crushing way, like a knee from the police
I walk on the floor of this deep dark ocean
As it seem I cannot sink and lower
Its like I'm in a desert of the forever frozen
Looking up at stars grooving as I get colder
They seem so happy, twinkling up so far
I try to reach out to them, but I'm no star
That kind of happiness is not meant for me
I guess this is just who I am meant to be
If I had wings I would soar
Out beyond the clouds
I would sample happiness forever more
And be so proud
But I'm no soaring angle, at best one of the fallen
Who fell from love, in the great above
And landed without a calling
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