Sometimes when I smile, it doesn't come out from deep within. Sometimes when I fool around and sputter nonsense, it doesn't mean that I'm doing well.

Sometimes when I frown, it isn't because I don't agree with you. Sometimes when I cry, it's not because I feel hurt, but because I empathise with your sad plight.

Yet all the time, when I tear, it's because I know I won't meet them in Heaven.

Teach me, not to follow my heart's desire, but Your heart. Teach me, not to want things to go my way, but Your way.

Found it, I thought. Who truly understands my inner thoughts. All I got, tired of running after the false.

And so, I will never ask You the same questions again. Not because I know I'll never get any answers, but because now I know what I ought to do. So, to you, I'll sing a song of remorseful hope. To You, I'll song a song of faithfulness.

Only to find, at the end of the tiresome walk, I might find myself standing right at the original spot.

I don't seek you to understand me, because even I can't seem to comprehend myself.

But I'm on my way.