Adrift

Blankly adrift on the quiet glass
As far as the eye can see
The water is smooth in a silent calm
There’s only You and me

The moon shines bright on the crystal deep
No purpose at the bow
I sit in my boat and drift about
There’s nothing to do here now

Nothing to fight, nothing to win
Nothing to lose or gain
Sifted to death, a silent heart
I can’t even feel the pain

When shall I touch and feel again?
When shall I cut and bleed?
When nothing but You is left inside …
When You are all I need.

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