for
what price?
I'd
pay, if I just knew.
No
note requesting ransom sent,
My
days are fading, only spent
In
the embrace of clock arms set
To
run indefinitely,
and
never set me free.
How
can they hold, yet
never
touch?
I
cry, but hear no sound.
Time's
arms, like bars, my soul encase,
Future
indefinite I face.
I
long to rest in such a place
Where
arms of flesh can hold,
See
love that's true unfold.
Vows
conspire with time
to
trap me
in
airtight cask, I’m drained
‘til
left a void, an empty shell,
surrender
hope, abide in hell,
pretend
that all is good and well
I
truly am alone.
This
world is not my home.
Outside
of time lies
Hope
and mercy.
He
bids me wait and watch.
Guard
my frail heart and body,
Though
my flesh is heaving, sobbing,
And
my weary head is dropping,
I’ll
wait to see His face.
That’s
where I’ll find my place.
