Staring at the bedroom ceiling
wondering if I’ll start dreaming
but my doubts and fears won’t let me be
these questions burn I toss and turn in hope of finding peace
your words keep ringing through my head
calling me
calling me
I feel the weight of what you’ve said
come to me
come to me and you’ll find rest
I love to talk but I hate to listen
I wanna move but I need direction
this endless search for answers
has torn me down and now I’ve found
it’s leading back to you
the echo of your voice
breaking through the noise
I am listening
I am listening
