Trying

Sorry
That I had to put you through this
Forgive me?

Jaded
That’s what I am
I hate it.

Grateful
That you put up with me
Thank you.

Trying
To figure myself out
I’ll get there.

Pretense
I wonder if you see me sometimes
And never say hello
I often wonder how you could just walk on by
And make me feel like I’m all alone

I thought … that, you’d show you care
Now it seems, that you’re never there
So what? Maybe it’s all in my head
But I question the feeling that’s in my heart instead

If you could even showed you care
If you could show me what I did wrong
Just let me know how I can be your friend
So that, I won’t pretend.

I'm losing my grip
I’ve never felt so frustrated
I’ve think I won’t even make it.
Running around in circles
Trying to figure things out.

It’s feeling over complicated
Like being in front of a crowd completely naked
I ask for the thousandth time
What am I living in this life

Am I jaded? By this rhetoric
Do I fake it? With a smile on my face

I’m losing my grip
Losing my touch on reality
I’m losing grip
And I can’t hold on to life’s formality.

Will you be home?
Will you be home?
Will you come up the steps
Will you be in your bed
in the morning?
I’ll just leave the light on
For a little longer
When you come home.

In the frost of night
I sit and stare
Down the distant road
Wondering
Wondering , if you’ll be home

I’ll sit and wait
I’ll pray that today
You’ll be safe and warm
In My arms


It’s getting cold outside
I wonder if You’re really there
Waiting for me
At home
If you’ve let the light on

I’ll make my way home
I’ll pray that today
You’ll be welcoming me back
Into Your arms

I wrote this thinking about the story of the Prodigal Son where the Father welcomes the son home regardless of what happened.