written some time ago

The world is falling down on me and there's nothing I can do.
The light that once shown from my eye, has turned to bitter dark.
My heart is slowly aching. My head is spinning round.
There's hunger from my stomach, that roars for satisfaction.
Lord, where have I gone? Why have I moved away?
It's cold here on my own. It's more than I can bear!
Who will watch my step and who will hold me?
Am I making this up or is this something real and true?
Is this really the way that I feel or is this just a made-up mood?
Lord, where are you?! I've walked too far.
I can't see You. It's cold.
Lord, Papa! I am here! Come find me!
Bring me back to You!