The Missing Story

I used to know that place..

I used to feel its taste..

It bulged with beautiful life and soulfulness..

It never grew older..

For youth was throbbing endlessly through it..

Inside and outside..

What a loss is this..

The dead story explains it all..

The voice of yesterday is calling..

Will it stay the same?

Will it find that missing story..

Missing from the universe..

I can't lay down anymore and rest like once before..

And feel the life of heaven flow through my veins..

Where are you now?

My missing story..

Are you still alive?

I pray that resurrection catches you..

I can't deny its death..

I wanna create that story again..

And dance with the trickling droplets of pink rain..

And with the moonlight of tomorrow..

The voice of yesterday is calling..

Will it stay the same?

Will it find that missing story?

Missing from the universe..

I can't preach those sweet melodies..

For they're lying in that missing story..

Missing from the universe..

Diving in the unknown for too long tires my spirit..

Oh, dear missing story..

You will be found..

I'm counting the days now..

But they seem to be falling in a loop..

Calling your names will strengthen me..

God, Christ and the Holy Spirit..

Your ever-lasting glory and grace..

shall find that missing story..

My lakes of thought and emotion have dried up..

I can't sign an anonymous petition..

The stars are grieving..

The lost grief is opening the last gate..

The gate that is keeping that missing story..

The voice of yesterday is calling..

Will it stay the same?

Will it find that missing story..

Missing from the universe..