Imprisonment

It's like living in a thunder cloud
I think my thinking's far too loud
I know that soon I'll make it out
But "soon" doesn't seem soon right now

My only God's pulling me through
I pray and I talk in my room
I know He hears my fading tune
And how I'm dying from this "soon"

I'm worn from this predicament
I think I've had my fill of it
He tells me that I'm innocent
I can't help but feel different

The wolves never travel alone
So worries weigh on me like stones
It's not like I can grab the phone
And say "I'm sorry for breaking your bones."

I'm sick of this predicament
The sorrow's seeming infinite
He tells me that I'm innocent
But this is my imprisonment