You made me to dance, to fly, to sing
You made me to laugh and cry and scream
You made me to sigh, sleep, work
You made me to play, grow and search
Why do I spend my time trying to lift the weight I was never meant to carry?
Why do I use my energy trying to fix all the “problems” You never told me?
Why do I try to understand that which takes me from Your present peace?
Why do I keep shrinking smaller so as to not exist in my proper space?
My life is meant to be at rest in Someone in love with me
Where I am home