Take my soul
cuz I don’t wanna be here anymore
Take my soul
sick of all my chances closing door by door
Call me home,
I’m better off away from all that I’ve ever known
Call me home,
seeking something that ends with me not being alone
This is the cry of the lost
of the ones not yet awoken
yes, it’s the cry of the lost,
the cry of the broken.
Looking up,
hoping for the answers I’ve been searching for
Looking down,
seeing my tears beginning to soak the floor.
Asking how much more I must endure
A lot in this world that’s far from pure.
Was that the plan?, Was it the goal?
To make me a lone evil dying soul.
This is the cry of the lost,
of the ones not yet awoken
yes, it’s the cry of the lost,
the cry of the broken.
Where’s the freedom? When will it all just end?
So much pain that my soul will no longer bend.
It’s about to break, snapped underneath the pressure.
Longing to feel the love, joy, & the everlasting treasure.
I want love that won’t play me like a toy,
peace that fills me with unlimited joy.
To sense the weight of the world off my back.
To never feel like there’s something I lack.
This is the cry of the lost,
of the ones not yet awoken
yes, it’s the cry of the lost
the cry of the broken.
“No
one who denies the Son has the Father; whoever acknowledges the Son
has the Father also.”
1 John 2:23
