life is like a poem that never ends,
goes on and on like a bunny in a funny
what will be the end,
paths walked only one holds the truth.
so much easier to go down hill that to face
mountain of pain, which I know I must face.
mountain I try to climb under will crush me.
shut down to calm the pain of Gods hand trying to heal
to give life, because I wanted to see it, in just one person.
in just word, but in deed.
dizzy, spin around and around,
around, dizzy, dizzy, broke and alone,
so hurt its hard to love, been so crushed its hard to
But I do. Just to be,
wonder, where, what, how to be real.
dizzy, buzzed, confused, alone.
are all those friends who said they would stick like glue.
is there more fellowship in a bar then in a church.
should not be.
are those walking the streets, calling the lost sheep home?
is calling to go Find the lost sheep and get them before its too late.
are lost confused, dizzy with the things of this life,
to come home, but just not knowing the way.