Almost Full

I try to quiet my soul
the moon is almost full
I attempt to write a song
to sing out strong
but somehow everything
just comes undone

and no matter how hard I try
I just can't climb a light beam
I reach and cry
but its slips right by like lightning
when will the beauty cease to decrease
as my proximity increases
cause no matter how hard I try
the fullness of the wonder seems to come down and die

and every time it happens I die a little inside
weary from the world and my thoughts and my pride
my worries and anxieties seem to get the best of me
and when I try to think of you
all that comes from me is a broken tune