Psalm 39
The way things are, the way things were
They don’t agree and that’s where it hurts
Long lost songs from voices with empty lungs
Melodies so sweet, never to be sung
Youth stained love will fall away
The things we share no longer permeate
The old dreams that we held at night
That never seem to take flight
But Here and now
Is all life has to give
Dwelling on the past
Wont teach me how to live
I’ll never learn how to live
I praise the sky as I curse my own breath
A sojourner gasping for rest
But in the end
what will I hang on to
Here and now
Is all I’ll ever be
I’m breathing
But these fears of mine
Take a hold of me
They won’t let go
But here and now
Is all life has to give
Dwelling on the past
Won’t teach me how to live
Will I ever learn how to live