I can’t sleep, so I’ll strum into the night
There’s no point lying down
If I have to fight
There are wars in my head
There are swords in my bed
I see arrows and flames when I close my eyes
And each aim finds its mark
Leaves me paralysed
There’s a poisonous dart
Driven into my heart
I guess something is busy
Something is busy making plans against me
I know you are faithful
So if I hold fast, will you be faithful to me?
It hurts to sing
When everything is against you
Is against you doing something good
I know I should
Expect this kind of thing
But it still
Hurts to sing
When everything is against you
To prevent you
Doing something right
How do I fight
The arrows and the flames
That come my way..?
I’d compress what I’m blessed with
and won’t call mine
But it’s woven so deeply
in my design
If I keep it at bay
I will wither and fade
I guess something is busy
Something is busy pointing fingers at me
I need your protection
Sweet vindication
Judged and found ‘not guilty’
© Caryl Archer