It’s not that I don’t want to,

It’s not that I can’t.

My heart held at a distance,

Out of reach of will and strength.

Face to face with my past, 

Back turned on the future. 

Time ticking slowly by, 

Yet days pass faster still. 

A foreigner in my own mind, 

Fault taken, guilt absorbed. 

Wandering amidst the lies and truth, 

Where is rescue? How far is hope? 

Freedom come soon, take no time, 

Surrender is what you require.