Untitled Potential Song

Oh, isn't it crazy
That I'm looking for love
Oh, isn't it maybe's
That we're hoping is enough

Something is aching
There's a hole in my heart
Too large for the making
Maybe the soul is my start

All I find on the ground is dust
All I try to satisfy is out of luck
Could you mend this heart back to one
Well maybe it's true

Is He all that I'm searching
All that I'm saying
All that I'm leaving your burden upon
Is He all that I'm marching for
All that I'm striving for
Maybe it's enough to say He's all that I'll love

Oh, isn't it funny
That the further I'm running away
Is just a metaphor for
Trying to control that I'm needy