Melody

Surveillance has worn on me
Discussion is eminent
And struggles are sure to be
Even within this grace

It's so hard to be
And I want to believe
And I think of you
And I can't look to me

Somber presence of mind now born
Into this shadowy realm
Everything broken soon will mend
Even within this grace

I can't look to me
Hold on to the window's edge
I am holding on