Nothing's Coming Out
Silent Confessions: A Soul's Struggle for Truth and Courage
Lyrics
When the voice of reason becomes an act of treason against who You are and what Your word demands
Expressing the struggle when rational thinking conflicts with one's identity and the expectations set by religious beliefs.
When my mouth is quiet in the face of public riot against what Your voice so lovingly commands
Acknowledging the silence in the face of societal unrest, going against the compassionate guidance suggested by one's faith.
Forgive me for my weakness, I’d like to call it meekness, but I shudder at the anger of the crowd
Seeking forgiveness for perceived weakness, hesitant to label it meekness, and fearing the wrath of the crowd's anger.
My quiet lips are pouting when I know I should be shouting, Rome is burning, I should say it loud
Expressing inner turmoil, realizing the need to speak out against societal issues, likening it to the burning of Rome.
Please forgive me, nothing’s coming out
Apologizing for the inability to articulate thoughts or take a stand despite the internal turmoil.
When my eyes are blinded by culture and the diet of whatever junk the world would feed my mind
Describing a state where personal perspective is clouded by societal influences and a mind filled with detrimental information.
When my heart is neutered, my spirit is polluted with noble things that I won’t leave behind
Acknowledging spiritual and emotional compromise by holding onto values that hinder personal growth.
Forgive me for my weakness, I’d like to call it meekness, but I shudder at the anger of the crowd
Reiterating the plea for forgiveness, hesitant to categorize personal struggles as meekness, fearing public disapproval.
My quiet lips are pouting when I know I should be shouting, Rome is burning, I should say it loud
Expressing the conflict between the desire to speak out against societal issues and the hesitancy to do so, despite the urgency.
Please forgive me, nothing’s coming out
Reiterating the difficulty in expressing oneself, emphasizing the internal struggle of being unable to voice concerns.
I hear Your voice, I close my eyes, I give myself to easy lies, I tell myself that silence isn’t cruel
Acknowledging the influence of external forces, choosing to believe comforting lies, and justifying the silence as not being cruel.
You had my heart, You had my ear, Your Word was once so very dear, so how did I become this silent fool
Reflecting on a past connection with faith, wondering how it led to becoming a silent observer instead of an active participant.
I hear Your voice, I close my eyes, I give myself to easy lies, I tell myself that silence isn’t cruel
Repeating the acknowledgment of succumbing to deceptive thoughts and justifying silence as not being intentionally harsh.
You had my heart, You had my ear, Your Word was once so very dear, so how did I become this silent fool
Revisiting the past connection with faith, questioning the transformation into a silent observer rather than an outspoken believer.
Forgive me for my weakness, I’d like to call it meekness, but I shudder at the anger of the crowd
Continuing to seek forgiveness, expressing reluctance to label personal struggles as meekness, and fearing public disapproval.
My quiet lips are pouting when I know I should be shouting, Rome is burning, I should say it loud
Reiterating the internal conflict between the desire to speak out against societal issues and the hesitancy to do so, despite the urgency.
Please forgive me, nothing’s coming out
Emphasizing the ongoing difficulty in expressing oneself, underscoring the internal struggle of being unable to voice concerns.
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