This is not what was planned
This is not the beauty that we worked so long to create.
YOU have it all in your hands
I know
but why does it look so disparaging around me?
YOU know whats best
YOU create beauty from ashes
but what am I to do while it still smolders?
Your promises sustain me
Your peace settles me
but this madness still beats against me
pounding from one angle and then the next
You've brushed me off and set me upright countless times
aren't You getting as tired of this as I am?
