Inspiration

An aging quandary old as time

Once my muse is now benign

From where are these feelings I can't control

From where are these thoughts I dare explore

I'd say my mind is an open book wrote in a tongue that no one spoke

If you could see you'd understand when I say its sinking sand

For all are blind to my words and all my words misunderstood

Taken blindly emotions lost heart ache has become the cost

Of all the things that I hold dear how can I hope to repair

Deeper still do I sink

Deeper still do I think

Of all the times my words went wrong

Sung out as a hurtful song

Not writ in blood yet still they bleed

Carved with stone upon a tree

Tell me how I still conceive

Words that help me to believe

The words I write are heartfelt true

Or even still they come from You.