(Verse 1) I catch the frequencies that others cannot see, The fear in smiles, the weight of every misstep. My heart is a soil where everything takes root, A sponge on high alert, doomed to feel it all, to listen to everything. The world is a roar, a crushing machine, And here I am, exposed, from sharing far too much. (Chorus) But I lift my eyes to the heaven that hears me, Jehovah is my strength, the only true firmament. He sees my tears, He knows my battles, He restores justice, He does not abandon me. With Jesus, the path is traced in the light, To sweep away the shadows and this land of misery. (Verse 2) Burnout is not a choice, it's the overflow spilling out, When my children suffer from disability, it's my soul crossing through Endless thunderstorms, tempests beneath the back brace, I carry three lives and many other trials besides my own, that is the secret Of this fatigue that clings to my skin, Yet I hold the helm, even when everything is too high. (Chorus) But I lift my eyes to the heaven that hears me, Jehovah is my strength, the only true firmament. He sees my tears, He knows my battles, He restores justice, He does not abandon me. With Jesus, the path is traced in the light, To sweep away the shadows and this life of misery. (Verse 3) So I take up the quill, I set my spirit free, It is my act of survival, my most beautiful wreckage. I place words upon the aches that consume me, I exorcise the pain amidst the mist. Every phrase is an outlet, a cage that I open, So that the ink may cleanse what empathy covers over. (Chorus) But I lift my eyes to the heaven that hears me, Jehovah is my strength, the only true firmament. He sees my tears, He knows my battles, He restores justice, He does not abandon me. With Jesus, the path is traced in the light, To sweep away the shadows and this land of misery. (Verse 4) It is the paradox of my life, this strange balance, Being a prisoner of everything, and through writing feeling free. Free to believe in this world where wounds close up, Where the divine promise becomes a firm Reality. I am not just a wounded shadow, I am a soul telling her own story, never to back down again. (Outro) The world changes, I know it, I believe it... My words are prayers, carried by my faith. Jehovah, Jesus... they are my direction, Writing brings me peace, offers me redemption...
