I have been looking for a lost key
Of a Path I have known for long
The path. I have seen light so many times
Yet have chosen darkness.
Sometimes it is not out of disobedience,
Out of weakness.
I am weak. I am weary.
I am lost.
I have not gone astray:
I know the path very well. I was given a key.
I keep seeking for a chain so that I never run out of chances
To pick the wrong path and yet hope for redemption.
I am not lost waiting to be found.
I know where I am standing
I know this path, I have taken it so many times.
But I am hoping for a chain.
More roads. More turns. More doors.
I keep locking myself in;
I should be on the other side of the road.
I am stuck. I am moving in reverse.
I feel faint. I feel yellow.
I feel empty. I feel waste.
I have gone so down. So deep.
Endless, this road even seems.
But. But is a keyword:
Sometimes it hurts; but here, but is a keyword.
A good keyword.
Lord, heal me.
Heal my soul, I beg thee!
Bring faith to my heart, my bones,
Make it ache of faith.
It matters that I believe.
Save me, my Lord
For I have chosen to go astray
The path you have given me a key of,
I have lost it. I can’t find it.
And yet I feel my pocket, no not there.
I feel my heart, yes. Yes, I found it.
Faith is the only key to salvation.