I feel so weak.
As my knees start to shake.
The thought has returned.
Of that I yearned.
My life a sin.
The devil starts to grin.
That once again his victim is done.
Even though I'm not the only one.
That fought so hard to keep the right.
To live my life with a fight.
Of which I see no chance in.
Dreams start to fade hopes become outdated.
No hope to be me, even if God heard my plea.
Nothing would come, now I'm on the run.
From all the pain I have yet to gain.
Ignoring the boys…to acting like their toys.
Taking away my dignity.
And the life I wished to be.
Normal in a home where nothings wrong.
Now I feel so weak.
As my knees start to shake.
The thought has returned.
Of that I yearned.
