What is this dear God! What have I become
Broken pieces of my past, infant craft
Talents screaming to be found
Yet my voice and my hands so tired
Eyes do not wake in this state
I need peace or at least some quiet
Free me from my mind, my thoughts
I must retreat from my very being
For I am aching in this shell of a body
I am dying as I speak, yet my mind
It will not rest, I lie awake and it speaks to me, easy, go to sleep, yet screaming
The wind inside is cold and unnerving
Please dear god in heaven, take this
Take this wheel and stop the spinning
With your ancient hands calm the storm
Let me rest, I need this mind no more.