Why am I so petty,

Why am I so petty,

Corrupt and raging with sin.

That I don't look inside,

And see gods work from within.

I'm blinded from the light,

But the dark I see clearly.

Does this make me a bad person,

That I hold night so dearly?

No hopes, no cares,

No dreams, no life.

I live as a passenger,

In my lives car ride.

Guided by others,

And the distinct signs.

My life is coming,

To a great, big sigh.

Until I see,

My errors at heart.

My soul is grounded,

No longer winged like a lark.