Where do I run?

My refuge is broken down,

Wounded by a lie.

It's crumbling down,

And here I am

Shattering by it's side.

My eyes, in every moment,

Search for a

helping hand.

But since this shelter

self destructs, I am on

Unknown lands.

Momentary illusions

build my hope

again.

The distortions, they all

fade away, and then what's left

is pain.

I could erupt from

intensity

of all the things in me,

In control of

distant visions, fluctuating

memories.

By instinct, I look up,

and raise my hands

to God.

He could cure a deeper wound,

and take me with

my flaws.

And how strange it is

to find Him through

a growing pain

Maybe He led me to you

So I'd find my

way, again.