Dust

I'm out of it in this trough

when are You gonna show up and save the day?

when are You gonna show up and take me away?

when are You gonna condemn me for what I say?

how long do I have to not feel this way?

Show up! would You?

Cuz I can't tell You how much I miss Your presence.

And I hate when I hate when I need to love

and I want to say it's because I can't feel You

but You tell me that it's something inside of me

and i can't take it when You say that

because apathy is an old rival who knows me too well.

So now what?

I toss another pebble out into the lake and watch the ripples come racing back to us on the shore. You sit there breathing in the silence, listening. I tell you I feel like I'm stuck in the ditch, spinning out before it even gets to the axel. You tell me it's spelled axle.

"What do we do when we're stuck in a rut?"

"I don't know, I was hoping You would tell me."

"We get out and walk. We go back to basics. The fancy stuff isn't working anymore, so we take a step back and carry on. I know you've got this walking thing down, but there's a reason for that. C'mon, let's go."

We climb out and start walking, and a tear runs down my cheek again.