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I feel a piece of my life escapes me |
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With every rising of the sun |
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Subtle thoughts assuring me that I'm not well |
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Asyndesis, mind undone |
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Was it me? |
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Was I there? |
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No way to tell memory cast farewell |
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Will I live? |
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Am I dead? |
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Somebody said, "He's getting worse" |
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1943 inside, outside it's yesterday |
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God, please help me |
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Lacramation down my face |
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Voices, strangers from my past |
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The people that I love |
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Worried smiles across the room |
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It's me they're thinking of |
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You don't know how lame it is to wonder who you are |
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Losing touch with everything, and everyone's so far |
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Give to me the dreams my brain and mind will not recall |
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Give to me the dignity of knowing me at all |
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Here alone inside, please comfort me before I die |
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And I can only be restored by your hand |
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He who hears the Word and turns |
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To do not what it says and learn |
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Is like the man who gazed into the mirror |
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For an honest view |
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And saw himself and walked away |
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Forgot the sight without delay |
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This fate could be for me or you |
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So seek the Lord in grace and truth |
