How am I going to do this and not fail?
Each day a cry stuck in my throat; a wail
Did I really hear your voice telling me not to move?
Listening, remaining in this groove….
So each day I’m walking wounded, sludging through
Walking wounded, not seeing what You will do.
Some say its merely a scar not a wound
But the ear to my heart is finely tuned
It hurts today as much as it did then
As if it all happened again and again
Whatever will You do while I sit quiet?
Can you hear the sound in my heart, the riot?
How are you gonna fix the hole in my heart?
Before I bleed out and depart…
from this world of accepting I’m just wounded
Thinking from victory I must be excluded