I talk to God, but the

I talk to God, but the room talks back,
Blue light trembling in the windowpane.
I’m crossing rocky water with a split-in-two soul,
While the aftermath keeps calling my name.

What vice will you send to pull me under?
I’ve felt every hook, I know its name.
Alone in the blue, I keep my hands steady—
The storm can come; I won’t become its wave.

The wreckage is quiet, but it lives in my chest,
Old temptations knock like they still belong.
I count each breath when the night closes in,
And hold to a prayer when the current runs strong.

If faith is a whisper, I’ll lean in close.
If I’m all alone, I’ll still say no.

Blue water, hard road, one more dawn—
I’m still here when the pull is gone.