Nothing Compares to rejection. Finding another venue for shame. Reliquish this feeling of silence. Furthermore, we'll be drawn to pauses and knowing glares. Intentions of stirring up sorrow tranformed to sorrow incarnate. Confusion built up inside this mind. Not wanting to trust His will (but I will). Transform (to what was) Rebuild (foundation) Destroy (this feeling) Misdated (for change) Is this a phase of doubt? Will hopelessness fade away? One hope remains intact: He's the truth, the way, and the light!