What! What are you saying ? How can I be?
I must overthink I must display my needs,
I must be continuously in my worry,
In this very situation I can not save me
Certainly not but can You, Can YOU save me?
Will my life end in the middle of this race?
Will I have continually fallen from Grace?
Do I have what I need? Do I have the Faith?
Yet again stuck in my worry shouting
Will you remember me will you save me
Will YOU save me from the, Lonely?
But I hear the same thing,
the same thing that has been repeating,
Just Be

The day that I met you was the day I could be,
No longer am I riddled with anxiety,
if I had never known your love,
I would've never been set free, Sentenced to serve my life as a slave,
looking for my next step in this unending race,
The death sentence of living by my accolades,
Cursed to value my life by my own pride, but I hear the same thing,
the same thing that has been repeating,
Just Be

So ironic that what should have been a casualty,
Would save me from a dark reality,
What is this that God has given,
That God has given to me;
The poetry has a way of setting me free,
Releasing my soul and letting me breathe,
Much like an outlet or true therapy,
Keeping my trepid and jumpy heart steadied,
The darkness will leave me just like energy,
Following the same laws as entropy,
For His will is greater than mine is for me,
The pressure released I hear Him say,
Just BE.