I question myself more than I should
am I alone?
Do others feel this burden
the feeling of never truly being home?
Who am I if no one tells me
would I be happy with who I was?
Trying hard not to care
but longing for approval.
I don’t care about.
Ice has frozen my dead heart
to make it beat I need something.
Something more, something grand
your love, your grace, your hands.
Lifting me to my rescue.