Exhausted

Exhausted
Can hardly type
Phone me now
I'd rather Skype
And hear your voice
See your smile
Be nearer you
For a while

Exhausted
But that's okay
Young men can grow
Weary any day
Only to fall
Into arms of mercy
To arise on wings
Of eagles free

No longer bound
To the ground
Of sin and pleasure
Hope is found
Not in being
Really good
But as a beggar eating
Freedoms food