I’m in my closet now
These skeletons abound
And I’m hiding my face
Somehow I can’t believe
They’re still chasing me
The shadows never go away
Shackled and in chains every move ignites my pain
I plead with rocks but they won’t fall
So I seek your face
Hidden in this quiet place
I’m waiting for you
I’ve built up this castle with fortified walls
The higher it reaches the further I fall
So I call from the depths these walls are my prison
With each labored step I’m fighting my chains
And with each passing breath my spirit grows weaker
When I’ve given up hope you whisper your name
I AM
I’m looking to the sky
Remembering how it feels to fly
But I’m wrestling my demons
I cry my God, my God!
Why have you forsaken me?
Or did I forsake myself?
But you did not approach in the torrent
Or speak to me burning with flames
You didn’t shake worlds with the earthquake
But the wind sweetly whispered your name
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