What is wrong with me
I was fine
Now I am not
Wanting to dress myself in red
And drown in it
I miss things
I guess
Or maybe this is just a episode
That I want to suffer from
Not die
I love life
I just don't like this moment
Right now

we weren't meant to be like this
you can build up as many walls as you want
to protect your stone cold heart

but that's not the way we were made
our bodies pump warm
red
blood

and underneath those stones
your heart
is still soft
despite the struggle it faces to keep beating

you weren't made to do that

this world spins way too fast
my head turns a little too slow

I wrestled with God
and I won,
Victory now marked by a limp.
I shuffle through life.
My infirmaries the people's jest.
Yet I know-
The roles She willfully exhanged.
She looks above from my footstool.
She does not grovel,
She is no sore loser.
She knew Her opponent.
She knew the game She designed-
The rules She made for man.
She stepped down to contend in my arena.
She shook my hand,
the Referee set aside,
She raised my arm.
At last, Atlas rises...
And Creator and Sabbath are one.