I love to sing, but its as if there is no song in my heart. Like i am being prepared for something, so big, bigger than i dreamed. Its like i keep trying to sing, but there is no joy, its just a noise. But there is joy.. Tons of joy. I met someone, His love meets no end. It never fails, solid as iron. Still i fall, I feel weak, as if i can not stand, not next to him. As if im not allowed. Like i keep trying and fall into this river, and i flail my arms, trying to breathe, trying to taste him. But i cant. There seems to be a residue, something weighing me down.
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