What a chaotic mess I deem to be!
Oh! Thy power lead me
Lest I go astray!
What a bundle of rejections I deem to be!
Oh! Thy power lead me
Lest I go astray!
What a difficult task is to impress!
Or, maybe even make a mark?
Why do we look around for appreciation
When deep inside we know that rejection knocks?
The knocks grow louder and louder!
Deafening my ears!
Drowning my soul !
What a chaotic mess I deem to be!
Will I ever wipe away the mess sparkling clean?
Or maybe the mess is what makes me glorious!
The glorious mess I deem to be!