I thought I had it all together
I thought I had it all planned out
I don’t understand what went wrong
I’m wondering If I’ve been kidding myself
I do not understand
How do I measure success?
How do I measure failure?
By there standards I have succeeded
By my standards I have failed
I feel lower than the ground I walk on
I no longer want to face the world
Perhaps it’s just a moment that will pass
Perhaps it will not
Whatever the case
Life must go on
They say He holds our lives at the palm of His hands
They say He only wants what’s best for us
They also say we have to go to Him and ask for His help
Why then does His so called help cause so much suffering?
So the diamond has to be ground for it to be all shiny
But the rock that covers it serves a purpose
It protects the shiny valuable diamond on the inside.
Maybe that’s what some people are
The rock that covers the shiny diamond
That eventually gets ground away to nothingness…
Perhaps…
Perhaps…
