This Cross
Where are the peace of mind
And the calm
Are they hidden in a paragraph
Written on a page of a secret book
Or maybe in a verse or chorus
Of a rock song or of a psalm?
I've been searching
All over and all around
And still question
Why are they so hard
To be found
Countless of times
Again and again
All I hear
All I read
All I see
Is everyone taking sides
Dividing further
Instead of taking us farther
Problem solving conversations
Replaced with accusations
Accelerating the decline
of our civilization
Countless of times
Again and again
All I hear
All I read
All I see
Is everyone taking sides
Dividing further you and me
How would it be
To feel again your touch
So that I could fight off
All the nagging thoughts
That hold me, like you,
Nailed to this cross
With a never ending
Sense of loss
Countless of times
Again and again
Again and again
Again