why do the days feel like they’re blended in one?
like Sunday to Sunday I can’t see the Sun?
perhaps it’s because all my loyalty lies
in every hour the night passes by
I feel like a shadow that doesn’t exist
that takes on its form when there’s nothing that is
I bide too much time as a shepherd who sleeps
and sees not the wolves who’ve their eyes on the sheep
I scurry and shiver because of my skin
remembering Truth’s all the while within
too much be distractions in every day
and many the voices that make it this way
but if you can settle your heart on just One
you’ll never be shaken by other ones come
defeat can be tragic should ache it your bones
but Victory’s spoken: “you’re never alone”