Wasted in mundane
A noonday light and truth to see
Dragging me out of my misery
Blessings are surrounding me
Yet eternal hate towards my enemy
I live by a conscious mind
I hang from the aching side
The aching heart side
God, will I ever be heard
Will I ever be seen
Without the need of causing a scene
Lost in the rusty roots
Left in the unknown woods
The fatal unknown woods
Of sinking in thinking with no goods
