A brain, with a never-ending war inside
A heart, in search of a new way to subside
A pair of eyes, looking for a new divide
It's me here, with every inch so mortified
Everything here seems so off and so wrong
Everyone is tripping toes to the euphoric songs
They want me to get along and play along
But still this solitude!, huh, and I'm not alone!
Should I wake up tomorrow? that same question,
same dilemma, that made me ask this now again
This vacuum in my soul, invention of the inception,
of the unceasing pain, struggle and suffocation.
Dear Father, I need you here, I need you near
I have all these people here, but still, I'm in fear,
fear of war, fear of purdah, fear of despair, and
of losing heart that you'd save me like yesteryear.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
A brain, with a never-ending war inside
A heart, in search of a new way to subside
A pair of eyes, looking for a new divide
It's me here, with every inch so mortified
Everything here seems so off and so wrong
Everyone is tripping toes to the euphoric songs
They want me to get along and play along
But still this solitude!, huh, and I'm not alone!
Should I wake up tomorrow? that same question,
same dilemma, that made me ask this now again
This vacuum in my soul, invention of the inception,
of the unceasing pain, struggle and suffocation.
Dear Father, I need you here, I need you near
I have all these people here, but still, I'm in fear,
fear of war, fear of purdah, fear of despair, and
of losing heart that you'd save me like yesteryear.
