Until..
How long will I be required to suffer a daily demise
Public pains of spiritual humbling has crystallized my eyes
I know not the purpose until it is made known
And my pride is no more, buried long ago
True, my walk is often not straight
And my growth is prolonged
But how long will I be requested to sing this modest song
Your voice on this matter is yet oh so faint
Constantly seeking a motive of these infinite trials
They not only surface at neglect, but when my attempts abound
My mind has become a labyrinth from community exiles
I listen for the smallest whisper of a cause
Reaching for a word, revelations of my loss
Reaching for the oil to polish my flaws
So pain skips me over when it wonders off
I know not what to do but to be still within my Boss
How long will I be required to suffer a daily demise
Public pains of spiritual humbling has crystallized my eyes
I know not the purpose until it is made known
And my pride is no more, buried long ago
True, my walk is often not straight
And my growth is prolonged
But how long will I be requested to sing this modest song
Your voice on this matter is yet oh so faint
Constantly seeking a motive of these infinite trials
They not only surface at neglect, but when my attempts abound
My mind has become a labyrinth from community exiles
I listen for the smallest whisper of a cause
Reaching for a word, revelations of my loss
Reaching for the oil to polish my flaws
So pain skips me over when it wonders off
I know not what to do but to be still within my Boss
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