Outside of Your ways
There is no rest
Just an emptiness
That gnaws away on the inside
Like a ship lost out at sea
Moving on but never ahead
Like the rudder of fame and fortune
Meaningless
Stir up a storm
A tempest
Anything but these doldrums
Let the mast creak and bend under the strain
Fill these sails once more
Let the winds of change blow
Let them gale
Let them thunder
From the north
The south
The east
The west
Wherever Your ways are found
Take me there
Wherever Your ways are found
There I find rest
