These Days

I don’t know what’s going on these days:

I’m in some kind of struggle in the valley’s dark

And I see just enough to know how bad this hurts-

To be in somewhere in the middle, but to be so alone,

To talk to you without any suitable words.

I’m on the verge of a song, a run, a cry

Because the pain that I feel is so deep inside

That it cannot help but hide.

She’s wailing and weeping, but shedding no tears.

She’s dying and lonely, but still partly alive.

He’s broken, confused, but still fumbling around,

With half a heart here to be with us

And half a heart lying back there on the ground.

They’re on the verge of a song, a run, a cry

Because the pain that they feel is so deep inside

That it cannot help but hide.

We’re on the verge of a song, a run, a cry

Because the pain that we feel is so deep inside

That it cannot help but hide.

She’s loving, but hating, and worn out with feelings.

He’s torn apart over his misunderstandings.

I’m falling down with the weights that I carry.

Let’s all fall in the dark and lay on the ground

And know the Light that never wearies.

Let’s help up each other stand up in the Light.