Wake
The sun goes down.
I start to drown.
My hopes melt down
For you’re not there.
I wonder why,
And start to cry,
And wish I’d die,
For you’re not there.
Another day crossed,
Another dream lost…
This eternal frost
That chills each prayer.
I dig down deep,
And try to sleep,
These tears I weep
Wash out this stare…
But I don’t care,
For you’re not there…
You’re not there.
The birds sing out.
I wake in doubt,
My soul in drought
With you not there.
My future crawls
Through empty halls.
Ambition stalls
With you not there.
The things I cleave!
The depths I grieve!
There’s no reprieve
With you not there!
My stubborn pride
Can’t move aside
The pain astride
Each bleeding tear...
My wounds lay bare
In death’s black lair,
For you’re not there…
You’re not there.
But life goes on.
My will is gone.
Yet I feel drawn
To climb each stair,
And seek that place
Where loving grace
Will help me trace
The paths so rare,
To take me where
There’s love to share,
For you are there…
You are there.
Please help me find
That place divined
To rest my mind
From all despair!
Fulfill this prayer
Of love to share,
For you are there…
You are there!
-- Words and music copyright June 2017, Kirby Lee Davis