Lord, Am I wrong or am I right?
Am I wrong for being right?
Or am I right for being wrong?
Do I hold the peace or speak up?
When I hold the peace, we get in a fight…
When I speak up, I hurt the ones I love…
So am I wrong or am I right?
Am I wrong for being right?
Or am I right for being wrong?
Lord, I’m tired.
This is, an unending cycle…
I feel alone when I’m not…
And I don’t when I am…
Alone in the woods or some overgrown trail on a mountain top.
I feel surrounded with your presents.
At peace, culm at ease alone.
Oh I miss it so much!
But at home or anywhere else
Surround by family and friends…
I feel alone…
As if I’m in a box,
that’s drowning in the dark abyss
Frozen… unable to move or talk.
So when I’m alone, I’m not.
And when I’m not, I am?
With questions on questions
That turn to the same question.
Lord, Am I wrong or am I right?
Am I lost?
I’m lost.
Where am I?
Wait I’m not.
Make it make sense…
Lord, I’m tired…

Sometimes there’s a long for silence. Not a word to be spoken. For the world around is way to load. The soul cries out for a dire need of peace before it’ll end up dazed numb and paralyzed. Take the lull moment it’s in arms reach. Embrace the night and hold it dear. Bow your head and bend your knees lift your hands and reveal what you feel. Even though GOD knows HE sees. HE wants to hear you declare it dear. HE wants that link with you. Take HIS hand HE will save you. But who am I, to tell you.. For deep down your soul already knew..