i like sundays, i like music,
i like the color pink, it’s therapeutic.
i like watching the world and wondering why,
if people are happy or hiding a cry.
do they feel stuck, do they feel unseen,
or are they just surviving being fifteen?
i wrestle with my faith some days,
for my all-knowing god, whose love remains.
i know he’s there, but i still feel lost,
like i’m wandering a road i can’t get across.
i try to pray, but the silence feels loud,
and it’s hard to stand when i’m stuck in a crowd.
and i’m just figuring it out,
through the whispers of my doubt.
life’s a mess, and so am i,
but i’ll keep looking to the sky.
i like sundays, i like music,
and maybe my struggles make me human, don’t they prove it?
philippians 1:9 keeps me holding on tight,
“may your love overflow and keep shining bright.”
it’s my reminder that i’m not alone,
that grace keeps building what i’ve outgrown.
love grows stronger when i feel so weak,
and god’s still working, even when i can’t speak.
i tried therapy, but it wasn’t my thing,
talking to an old guy felt confusing.
he reminded me of my grandpa’s face,
and i couldn’t find comfort in that space.
the words got tangled, it didn’t feel right,
so i carried my struggles home that night.
and i’m just figuring it out,
through the whispers of my doubt.
life’s a mess, and so am i,
but i’ll keep looking to the sky.
i like sundays, i like music,
and maybe my struggles make me human, don’t they prove it?
i’m learning love through the cracks in my soul,
that i don’t have to be perfect to be whole.
i’ll hold on tight to the truth i see,
even when the mirror’s unkind to me.
yeah, i’m still figuring it out,
through the whispers of my doubt.
life’s a mess, and so am i,
but there’s hope beyond the sky.
i like sundays, i like music,
and maybe my struggles make me human, don’t they prove it?
i like sundays, i like music,
and i’m learning every day not to lose it.
through the highs, the lows, and everything odd,
i’m holding on to my all-knowing god.