Where do I run to, where do I go.
Where do I belong, wither or thither does my heart long for.
To flow with the current is what some have professed, if only I was not so far away in the vastness of this space.

Oh where am I in this great void? Am I here, nor there, or far yonder?
Do I move, am I stagnant, or is each day but a mere passing in a grand test of patience.

Father, do you hear my call in all that I do before your watchful eye?
Or do you dismiss me as a foolish peasant amongst an endless sea of parched sands?