I've seen storms through eyes not my own
I've lived a life in a body not my own
I've felt sand with nerves not my own
I've smelled roses with olfactory senses not my own
I've tasted honey with taste buds not my own

So where are my eyes with which to see the storms that I love?
Where is my body with which to live the life I've never known?
Where are my nerves with which to feel the coarseness of sand?
Where is my nose with which to smell the freshness of the air around me?
Where is my tongue with which to taste the food I am given?

My eyes see nothing from inside myself
My body lives no life from inside myself
My hands feel nothing from inside myself
My nose smells nothing from inside myself
My tongue tastes nothing from inside myself

How can my eyes see the light of day?
How can my body live my life?
How can my hands feel the walls of a building?
How can my nose smell the clouds of the sky?
How can my tongue taste the produce of the earth?

How can I escape from this nothingness inside myself?

Only One can save me
But does He care enough to?
Does He see me, even though I'm trapped inside myself?
Does He care enough to find me, through the layers of who I pretend to be?

Can anyone find me in here?
Do they care enough to?
Where am I?
Inside Myself