My compass of faith shot

 
Partaking his belief stifling my very own
without his support I have no name no home
the children’s cry in the dead of the night
awakens me from slumber with such a dreadful fright
asking questions that brings no answers nor precision
indecision piled a mile high accompanied by division
the tears of my angels fall softly like snow
I will to vanish but don’t know where to go
the road remains unclear my compass of faith shot
lose it all for honesty or hold on for dear life to what I’ve got
partaking spiritually to something I cannot feel
he says all he says to convince me it can be real
my heart is torn my body breaking with the burden of faith
the messages in my soul becomes impossible to translate.