If I got lost tonight,
Would you find me?
If I told you how I felt
Would you hide me?
If I broke down right now
Would you heal me?
If I opened up my heart
Would you seal me?
If I spoke of you
Would you speak of me?
If I loved you
Would you love me?
But I can't.
Because the pianist is tone-deaf
The drummer is off-beat
The music will never be enough
Our souls will never meet.
O joy how you stay far away from me!
Mocking in a loving tone
You tease me with bouts of happiness
Then you hover around, you drone.
I thought I'd find you in others
I thought I'd find you in myself
But it seems you've kept me on the shelf.
Like an old book, you never glance my way
You never bother to check if I'm dusty
The more I cry and my eyes seem to dry
The more they become musty.
Joy, I hate you
And I will till you love me
For hate loves me
And it will till I hate it.
Oh can't you see I'm crying?
All my letters are falling off
I used to scream and dance and sing
But all I do now is cough.
No grace, do not weep for me
For I have already been saved
From the tuggle and struggle of hate and joy
The way His name has paved.
I will not speak of the pain that comes to mind
Nor the hurt that comes to heart
For it is only a downward spiral
And I will stop it before it starts.
