Famished with no end
voracious unlike before...

Pitter patters of little feet
no longer run beneath...

Golden bricks glisten
beneath white glowing robes...

We love to weeeeeee
Every chance we get...

I come before you Lord
Kneeling at your feet...

Fake smiles with crocodile tears
Afraid to acknowledge your absence...

Lone soul smothered with despair
Yearning to be consumed in Christ...

Feeling of loss
Consume an empty soul...

There are things that come up in life that is...
There are also things that we let escape us...

911 call frantically dialed
Sirens wail down the street...

Weary eyes burned awake
Heavy head unable to rest...

Beaten and broken
I came to you...