Does my soul feel heavy,
Crushed by the vision of lost hopes
Or does it burn from within
With the despair's burned of my own failure to trust?
Does my heart seek the refuge
In loneliness
Because of my skewed view of
My own past mistakes?
Does my hand tremble
Because it seeks the touch of Your unreachable hand
Or does it quiver, afraid it would never
Reach the warmth of Your caress?