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Flicker the screen before me,
Eyes that look but do not see;
Turn the corner, round the bend,
Wishing that soon the day will end.

Paper on paper, without passion,
Step after step in ant-like fashion;
Burn my eyes or tell me it's five,
Anything to make me feel alive.

This can't be what You made me for,
Surely You would have me do more?
Search my heart Lord, I know you'd see
That I need You to find the real me.

Dry is the desert of my mind,
Colourless thoughts have left me blind;
Silent the voice that once was clear,
Left in the echo of yester-year.

This can't be what You made me for,
Surely You would have me do more?
Search my heart Lord, I know you'd see
That I need You to find the real me.