Without a Calling

It gets quiet way down here in the deep Yet I have found not an ounce of peace It hurts but not like a physical or emotional creep Its a spiritually crushing way, like a knee from the police I walk on the floor of this deep dark ocean As it seem I cannot sink and lower Its like I'm in a desert of the forever frozen Looking up at stars grooving as I get colder They seem so happy, twinkling up so far I try to reach out to them, but I'm no star That kind of happiness is not meant for me I guess this is just who I am meant to be If I had wings I would soar Out beyond the clouds I would sample happiness forever more And be so proud But I'm no soaring angle, at best one of the fallen Who fell from love, in the great above And landed without a calling