My mind creates these invisible walls
Made of some substance that will not break
Behind them I feel useless and small
Body and soul, each of their own make

Every night that I lie in my bed
Is another night that I'm left alone
Many thoughts run through my head
Dreaming of things so far from home

I dream of that lonesome little place
Where I spent so much of my time
All by the thought of God's good grace
I was there so long, it felt like mine

I pull out of my mind, for it is scary
Then I'm left in this world so full
Of things that often times scare me
I am sucked in by the evil things pull

I dream of my maker and then I'm home
Never again do I have to feel that fear
Never again am I to be left alone
Because my life will resume again here




 
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