Verse 1 I used to kneel without a question, Head bowed low, heart open wide. Every answer felt eternal, Every fear I learned to hide. Sunday morning hallelujahs, Echoed safely in my chest. But now the silence feels much louder Than the sermons ever did. Verse 2 I started pulling at the threads Of things I never dared untie. Stories handed down like certainties Now tremble under different eyes. I asked the leaders for some guidance, But their words felt worn and thin: “Child, you simply need more faith,” As the storm kept raging in. Chorus This is the dark night of the soul, Where the light I knew grows dim. Where every sacred certainty Feels fragile at the rim. And I don’t know what scares me more: If God is silent… or if He’s not. I’m wandering through the shadows now, Trying to hold on to what I’ve lost. Verse 3 I envy those with simple answers, Black and white, no room for doubt. But my mind became a doorway I no longer could shut out. Every contradiction whispers, Every prayer feels paper-thin. Still somewhere underneath the wreckage There’s a voice calling again. Bridge Maybe faith was never certainty, Maybe truth survives the fall. Maybe grace is found in breaking, Not in never questioning at all. But tonight the sky feels empty, And heaven seems so far away. I’m reaching through the dark for meaning, Begging for a sign to stay. Final Chorus This is the dark night of the soul, Where belief and doubt collide. Where the boy I was keeps mourning For the world that once felt right. And though I fear the road before me, I can’t return to yesterday. So I walk into the mystery, Even if it breaks my faith.
