Why must this piece to this puzzle allude
Why doesn’t it fit like I know it should do
Was it carved in the way that it was meant to
Or is it just me that can’t make it conclude
Why can’t I focus on that which I should
Instead of these things which I dream that I could
Why do I always feel misunderstood
I beg that He tell me, I wish that He would
Why must this battle be so far uphill
I pray every day that He grant me the will
To give me the courage and grant me the skill
To give me a purpose that I can fulfill
Incomplete works still continue to haunt
And sadly it seems I write in the wrong font
I dearly desire my life’s confidant
To find the last piece to this puzzle I want
How the World Should Work 