You Speak I'm hanging on a broken branch and my lonely feet can't feel the ground Waves of tomorrow seems so far, I just can't seem to swim but drown How much more should I stretch to feel my hands up in the sky? When can I say enough is enough for asking the question why? I write in empty walls I just can't seem to walk but crawl World crumbles down like a piece of paper But after all this craziness, I have this joy that lasts more than ever You give me dreams to make my heart beat in rhythm A hope that I can't fathom You listen when I speak so soft I feel you close , near, and aloft My God My God You speak to me with your unfailing love. |