Sitting at the edge of the earth,
sweet lemonade in my hand.
I breathe in deep, so scared to try;
so scared to try and stand.
The words aren't coming clearer,
it's all a mess inside my brain.
I didn't understand the question..
God, could you ask it again?
They keep telling me these answers
to questions I know not how to ask.
They make it seem so perfectly easy,
but, Lord, I've learned it's not an easy task.
Push myself to shakey feet,
God, have you forgotten me?
I cry, I pray, I scream, I shout...
Father, do you see?
Static's streaming through my head,
twisting melodies and childish rhymes.
God, I think you're there..but I can't see..
You feel so far away at times.
Pale green anklet hugs my heel,
reminding me I'm not alone.
God you're there...and I feel it now...
but I crave more than the little lights you've shown.
Sitting at the edge of the earth,
my feet dangling into the clouds.
I wait for You and only You...
I need an answer clear and loud.
