Lord, Am I wrong or am I right?
Am I wrong for being right?
Or am I right for being wrong?
Do I hold the peace or speak up?
When I hold the peace, we get in a fight…
When I speak up, I hurt the ones I love…
So am I wrong or am I right?
Am I wrong for being right?
Or am I right for being wrong?
Lord, I’m tired.
This is, an unending cycle…
I feel alone when I’m not…
And I don’t when I am…
Alone in the woods or some overgrown trail on a mountain top.
I feel surrounded with your presents.
At peace, culm at ease alone.
Oh I miss it so much!
But at home or anywhere else
Surround by family and friends…
I feel alone…
As if I’m in a box,
that’s drowning in the dark abyss
Frozen… unable to move or talk.
So when I’m alone, I’m not.
And when I’m not, I am?
With questions on questions
That turn to the same question.
Lord, Am I wrong or am I right?
Am I lost?
I’m lost.
Where am I?
Wait I’m not.
Make it make sense…
Lord, I’m tired…