Speak to Me, Serenity
Just sixty seconds
Every minute is the same
So why do my saddest minutes feel like hours on end?
Is this to reveal my shame?
Just sixty minutes
Every hour is the same
So why do my lowest hours feel like days on end?
Torture, yes, in all but name!
So speak to me, Serenity…
Take this sad soul by the hand, plant my feet in warm, soft sand
Oh speak to me, Serenity…
Wrap this heart of lost desire, in love’s warmth beside the fire.
So speak to me, Serenity…
Bathe this troubled mind in peace, bring the sleep of sweet release
Oh speak to me, Serenity…
Wash the shadows all away, giving hope for this new day.
Twenty-four hours
Every day is just the same
So why do my darkest days feel like weeks on end?
Who’s the person I should blame?
Seven days, they say,
Every week is just the same
So why do my hardest weeks feel like months on end?
Don’t want to play this mindless game!
So speak to me, Senenity…
Take this sad soul by the hand, plant my feet in warm, soft sand
Oh speak to me, Serenity…
Wrap this heart of lost desire, in love’s warmth beside the fire.
So speak to me, Serenity…
Bathe this troubled mind in peace, bring the sleep of sweet release
Oh speak to me, Serenity…
Wash the shadows all away, giving hope for this new day.
Serenity, oh Serentity…
Speak to me … and set me free
Serenity, oh Serenity…
Be my strength and liberty
Oh sweet serenity…