The Weary Soul
There is no rest for the weary And I am the weary soul I'm at the mercy of the Creator He is the one in control He's good And just But He's not safe When there is time for rest There is insomnia from stress When there is no stress The is no time No logic No rhyme Coffee tastes good But synephrine doesn't hardly cut it We just have to rough it A thousand milligrams of caffeine All for naught This deep yawn is happening I learn to live In the brink of sleep That life refuses to give Anger keeps me going But even that is failing I'm my own worst enemy The battle never changes It never stops Ever it rages Ruthless is the victor There mustn't be mercy for the evil But evil never sleeps So the good can never rest Together they'll put the double-minded shell to the test The body is capable of more than you think The brain as well We're our own limiter A limitless mindset is a choice Trusting instinct’s cruel voice Tuning to it through the noise It takes practice to expand your horizon Courage as well We have nothing to fear But fear itself My ego belongs on the shelf Next to the sleeping pills Useless drugs not worth the thrill I could go for some prescription amphetamines Adderall, Ritalin, or ephrine I should let that settle in But to stop is to die And that isn't going to happen tonight Night shift can kind of bite So bite back I can't afford myself any slack I must dig deeper and push harder To overcome whatever I lack It'll never be enough But we can't go back Only forward we'll push Fighting tooth and nail Through every ambush The weary soul is not a victim But a warrior Fighting a war That never ends
