What is this taste left in my mouth?
Bitterness from yesterday.
An emptiness so long forgotten.
A pain tossed far away.

What is this feeling in my stomach?
Butterflies try to escape.
They miss their homes and blossoming fields,
The flight they long to take.

What is this headache that I bear?
An unforgotten friend,
Who clings forever to the last.
Even to the very end.

What is this thorn inside my foot?
Greed and discontent
And envy of a life that was
Much better than mine spent.

What is this blister on my hand?
A sign of toil n'er done.
My work and hardship never end.
My job outlasts the sun.

What is this circle under my eyes?
They've kissed the dark of night.
Awake they stayed and cried too long.
The should've been shut tight.

What is this that lifts my head
And makes my burden light?
My Jesus takes it upon Himself
And leads me back to right.