Somebody out there is lying in bed

Some stranger crying for a piece of my bread

Some lonely dog hasn't found a new home

Some orphan boy head knocking on chrome

Our innate vacuum for something higher
A longing, aching, our heart’s desire
Is due to God’s divine design
That longs for Him till Him we find

Today I discovered something more

Countless are the things I do

But writing is my favourite

The way I feel, the things I've learnt

They all make sense when I just write

Countless are the things I've tried

Friendship, partnership and relationship
I treasure this bond, one that we should keep
Six years of journeying with you, my friends
Surely you didn’t think this is the day it ends

Do I make any sense when I say that this feeling of dread stems from you?
Your power controls how I swing, turning joy into pain,
And I fall from this height to this slum I'm in now

Has it come so soon? The end of me..

Weeks of plotting and now the final strategy

A merciless, painful and fatal squeeze

Finish her! Kill her! How they hiss..

You know how they say, if you kneel down and pray
Presenting your requests, relating your stress
You're focusing much on troubles at large
Just try with each prayer in thanksgiving, declare

Flying, flying,
flying till my arms give up
Seasons changing below my face
None that I would know of
I'll flip around, look beyond
Ponytail, hanging down
It's so bright, such glorious light

Eccentric white hands, wavin' and flippin'

My sight, parts a million, dartin' and tracin'

The buttery toast, the bacon and eggs,

The crumbs on the table, the grease on her lips

Like a mirror... with a visual of an image that could be me

Faded to grey in a background of noise

Invisible... non-existant...

Like a heater on a summer's day

I guess it's true when they say...

Time flies when you're having fun,

When you think the worst is over and it was only soaring from yesterday,

When all the goodbyes have been said,