I can’t see the trees for the forest
And it’s almost a new moon tonight
So how will I ever find my way?
I walk through the darkness
And this a great blight
For I never asked the light to stay
In the middle of confusion
In the midst of a fright
My longings at Your feet I lay
For I am near no answers
The bonds are wrapped tight
And I search in vain for the moonlight rays
Stumbling—falling with eyes watching
I refuse to let the raft sink—I fight, I fight
“I surrender”; words I’m unwilling to say
Sun, when will you rise?
When will you flood in the holes, all that is bright?
Burning, hot and unwanted comes the day
As I drown I let out one last cry for help
Water wills my lungs—my last breath moves out
Then—resurrected out of the drought