Oh Lord,
I have no taste for life anymore.
Everytime I try to speak, my messages
blend together and my tongue becomes
a recluse, hiding, recoiling, surrendering.
I can barely write without restless legs
and an antsy heart ready for adventure.
Why don't you send me somewhere
I can use my abilities and never grow tired?
These moods keep storming over my
head, how can I stop them from entering
my mind? I need your help, my family
is here with me, yet I have no warmth
for them. Open my eyes and grant me
vigor, so I may come at any time of day
and know it is worthy of your strength.
