My soul cries for selflessness
My heart breaks like a wax of mess
Even in my days I am breathless
Even in my dreams I am restless;
My eyes blink at the yesterdays
My mind leaps at her dreamed bright eyes
But even in my plans I am faithless
Even in my love I am loveless;
My spirit looks ahead at the coming days
His hand proves strong at carving ways
Even to the death He always delivers
Even to the life He will uphold her;
He sings on water and on oil alike
His shadow casts like the fortress above
Even when questioned He never bends
Even when visions fail His plans never will;
So shall I worry, run, or cower down?
Shall my bones tremble and my air be overrun?
Walls of raging seas may come in between
Yet my trust shall be above time and be within these dreams of mine.
