the age-old question once again, came knocking on my wall
“what is the point of being here if there is one at all?”
I took it then, upon myself, to follow answers through
and found myself on humbled knees, gone inching back to You

I thought about the stories I was writing in my head
and traded them for every Word You had to say instead
I gathered all the pages of The Book You gave to me
and saved them like a salve I know my Soul will always need