I think this has all been
Too much for my little spirit.
No one cares who sees me;
Not a word from those who hear it.
I came here in good faith,
And You are the only one
Who could possibly care
About all that’s been done.
The only longing of my soul
Can never be found.
I don’t understand
Why You didn’t let me drowned.
I want to run the race before me,
But I’m only adrift in the flow.
My tears are hidden in the current.
I yearn for the undertow.
I can’t tread water forever.
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