My mind won’t rest without memories and reason
As the spring won’t rest without a new born season
My heart won’t move without passion and love
My soul won’t move without love from above
My old body won’t rest until its work is done
As the day won’t rest until the night has begun
My heart won’t rest until it has sung its song
I won’t rest until I am where I belong
Sometimes I feel like I don’t know where my life is going
But I am moved by my passions without really knowing
Where my passions are taking me, and where they will end
Because my eyes cannot see around the winding bend
My eyes won’t rest without a vision or a dream
As an author won’t rest without an ideal theme
God won’t rest without perfecting His creation
My soul won’t rest without the gift of salvation
But do I have a mission that I somehow forgot?
A mission in this world, the world where I was begot?
Was I born to leave this world in its status quo?
Or can my passions move it to a new plateau?
