Monday, August 28, 2017

Storm calls my name

Forgive me I never knew
I never wanted to see
Forgive me, my mind's askew
Thinking I was redeemed
The storm is about to hit
Nowhere to hide from it
Run from the harvest
But I'm asleep in the garden
Refuse to wake, can't move my self
Life story unchosen from the shelf
Where can I go
To find your face
With nothing to show
But need your embrace
Let the rain fall
Let the storm strike
I hear my name called
And the room is dreamlike
The storm never passes
My soul is disturbed
The crisis won't last
The world is absurd
So why wonder