Música Para Mi Alma

The word is all around me,
I taste it on my tongue.
It flows like the great sea,
from souls I hear it sung.

Tell me what you'd have me do,
I'll tend to your beautiful rose.
My mind wanders for you,
I never know to where it goes.

It saturates the world about me,
how it bothers me so.
I having nothing left with to plea,
so why don't you say "Hello?"

I hear it in the wind,
I long to feel it in my wings.
If my heart you would mend,
I'd reclaim my angels and dust and rings.

I'm beaten, broken, and sore,
my spirit has forgotten how to fly.
I've asked you time and time before,
but I'm left high and dry.

I'm tired of contradiction,
the Spirit speaks of truth.
What shall I do with this prediction?
Other than say it's emotion's sleuth.

My soul hears it in this music,
but only in my dream's show.
As I'm drifting off to sleep,
how it charms me so.

I hear the Saints now praying,
please bring mine to His throne.
Help stop me from straying,
I'm tired of saying "If I had only known."

Now you say I need to chase,
before you said he'd meet me here.
Enough push and pull with grace.
And you wonder like I look austere.

I hear it on the ocean;
I feel it in the waves.
I know its all around me,
and see how it saves.

I get a 'word' to give up my ways,
another to see them through.
I can't give this prophecy praise,
when I see both can't be true.

Can't ignore your falsehood,
that gift isn't within.
I know you meant good,
so no need for chagrin.

I hear You whisper to me,
as I strain to hear.
And if You tell me what to do,
to that alone I shall adhere.