sometimes I wonder
My purpose on earth
I feel like I have something
But in the end there’s nothing
I sit and wait
For night to fall
My exit
My entry
Do I have a purpose
Do I have a reason
Broken by the struggle
I fear for my tomorrow
I have dreams to fly Like the sparrow
But can I live above my sorrows
Who am I, what do I want
Where do I go
I keep these questions to myself
Cause outwardly I'm met to be perfect
You see me as I smile
But I hide when I cry
Nope am not depressed
I just live in another dimension
A place I feel I could be happy
My own imagination
Then I wake up to reality
I’ve lost all my emotions
So I shut my eyes to the world
As I wait for my final redemption
Precious Sunday