I feel empty,
weightless.
Floating on air.
With all my idea's gone,
I have nothing to share.
My voice becomes faint,
eyes dull and blank.
What's the point of living,
if I can't live my way?
But our heavenly Lord,
had his own plans.
Which left me broken,
and bland.
I hope for a meaning,
a reason to live.
The lord has left me,
not I can't seem to smile.
