Storms of the Soul

There are arrows and signs
Each of them point me in a different direction
Perhaps I walk this road
In search of redemption
Perhaps it is to fill my God-shaped hole
But if both are the same
And I've found one
Then perhaps it is a purpose I seek
But these signs are just signs
Made by the human hand
They have no knowledge of where I've been
They have no idea of the things I've seen
Yet I still need to grow
So maybe I'll plant myself alongside this road
I'll watch for a time
I'll even take notes
But what then if I still don't know?
Am I to live this life walking in the dark
With only a tiny light by my feet to guide me?
I have never been one to fear
However, right now I am afraid
My heart has not yet felt the strongest pangs
And I feel it coming on
In the distance like dark clouds moving in overhead
The warning of a storm
I know I should be strong
I've rooted myself in this ground far long enough
It isn't like I haven't seen rain before
Just not one such as this
But these signs, these signs
They all say something different
And I could run
If only I knew the way