This Loneliness Won't Be the Death of Me

I swear this isn’t the end but I still feel so alone
Even when I’m surrounded by my best friends
Words can’t penetrate a tree in the wind
I bend
Falling faster into the depths
I’m falling, I’m falling
Under such depression; I can barely even catch my breath
Words can’t mend, and love does not sink in
Why can’t I see your face?
Clawing at my chest, looking for some sort of reprieve
I swear this isn’t the end
But when will I feel comfortable in my own skin?
Clawing at my chest, looking for some sort of reprieve
I swear this isn’t the end
Knowing fundamental truth doesn’t seem to matter, after such tremendous abuse
'Cause I’ve worked this ground since my youth
And still, the land has yet to bare any sort of fruit
I’ll continue to toil and plough
Hoping one day I’ll make you proud
What have I got to show?
As I wipe the sweat from my brow
So tired, so tired of showing love so deep, that most aren’t even willing to
feel
See what I’m seeing, open your eyes and recognize that this is real
This season brings darkness so profound
I’ve become lost and can’t seem to be found
Contorted, racked with pain
I know I should feel free
Yet I continue to sing this sad refrain
I can’t sleep, and food has lost it’s taste
God, I’m so sick of this place
(I hear my name and I’m a long way away)
And I’m touched by the hands of a brother
And like a rush, passing through my exterior
(I hear my name and I’m a long way away)
I hear my name, a hush
A son, loved by a father
(I hear my name and I’m a long way away)
I’ve been made alive, again
I’m alive, again