Raided by thoughts of my circumstances
Flooded by images of my caged existence
Confronted with the reality of my situation
Faced with the agony of my weaknessess
Held captive by the inability to escape
Greeted by the reality of my humaness
Hostaged by the need to do the world's sure thing
It's not possible that there is no way out, is it?...

I search for a way out
I scan for an escaping route
I seek for a path to be different
I helplessly look for a direction out of the norm

I want to live, I want to truly exist, I want to breathe
out my air that was assigned to me
I want to do what i was created to do, what my existence craves for.
I am beyond curable and if there is a cure for this i don't want it.
I want to serve Christ. To join the honest and the serious in their prayer to God

So I go straight to God and i lay it out before Him.

Come to my aid, Make me radical
Come to my assistance, Make me crazy for you
Come help with my load and help me out
I want to live for You, I want to breathe for

YouYou created me then you deal with me