I lie down to sleep,
Mom draws the curtains...
Spirit within lay astray
Endeavoring to perceive the light...
I stand under the fir trees
Watching rain splattering over the streets...
It feels as like I am walking in a storm
I struggle to hear myself...
My life seems torn apart
And it feels i just can't break myself out...
Life is too damn precious to waste on somebody who doesn't understand your worth. |
One reason to believe in God if nothing else is that you'd always have a glimmer of hope someone could set things right in your life when you can't. |