My Soul is Tired

I realize something I have not thought before
As I feel that my soul is tired and my mind forlorn

I can dance, I can smile, I can talk, and I can laugh
All of these I can do, still my soul is weak. Its lost scent would waft

I am not sad nor am I miserable or angry
My soul is just tired from carrying unwanted chains I cannot see

There's nothing wrong with me, at least that's what I feel
But that's what scare me; that there is nothing in me to heal

I feel like I could drown myself in slumber for a thousand years
I'd rather be sad and maybe a bit angry. I'd rather be in tears

I don't understand this, I don't understand this emptiness
I feels as if my insides are hollow and I am noting but a carcass

I am not sad, angry, happy, or scare. I feel nothing
I guess all I need is for my soul to rest and not drown in self-loathing

My soul is worn out and exhausted from burdens that aren't mine
My soul is weak and failing; and extinguished light that no longer shines

I'd run still to my God, even if I have to drag my feet
I'd run to Him, and maybe, just maybe, in His heart my soul can sleep

I just need rest and a few days without the chains
My ankles and wrists are already weak, tired from their pain

So goodbye, I say to you, as I start closing my eyes
In the Savior's shoulder I'll lean, in Him I'll send my sighs