the world's falling down around me
though everything I have
even those that I want not
selfishness, pride, deceit
God, why am I like this?
do I speak to empty air?
I bring my supplication
but does my heart think that you're there?
crushed, crumble, teeter, topple
my fragile world's walls are tumbled
dust that chokes me, blinding tears
I can't hold it together
my hands are too small
all the things that are wrong
rise like ghosts from the rubble
weaknesses in the fallen walls
but the foundation of rock stands
Posted by Key at October 16, 2003 06:43 PM