I want to cry but my tears are all dried out
Fear brings and makes me anxious
Only to be criticized in the end
When will I ever win?
When will my story begin?
Back and forth, up and down
No time for my feet to be leveled to the ground
I'm caught up
No where to run
No where, no place, no face, no sound
But the ceiling fan
And the chords of my favorite band
Soon they tell me
But none have ever been able to assure me
So it is a lie
Until I find the truth
Maybe it's only in heaven
Only in His eyes
Only in His time
