Cold.

The rain beats down upon the roof
the cold chills me to the bone
devoid of joy, a cold soul weeps
as i cry
alone.

the cold envelopes me
crawls underneath my skin
but the skin-deep cold cannot compare
to the cold void within

what is my purpose?
why do i live?
how much have i wasted?
how much can i give?

the questions echo
around inside my head
another night, a sleepless one
lying awake on my bed.

this emptiness eats away
the warmth of my soul
the warmth is gone
what is left?
a dark and cold hole.

a happy smile
a stupid grin
that is what you see
but concealed
deep within
my broken soul weeps in me

a broken soul
a contrite heart
is what remains inside
the dam is overflowing
with the silent tears i've cried.

i need You, Lord
i really do
i need Your light in my life today
to break the darkness
to mould me
like a Potter moulds His clay

all these years
all this time
what have i done to me?
i've wondered all
these sleepless cold nights
as my tears flow freely

the rain beats upon the roof
the cold chills me to the bone
devoid of joy, a cold soul weeps
as i cry
alone.