Mama,
I don't know if I can do this anymore.
I'm losing faith,
In myself.
I'm cold and lost at sea.
I don't think I can be saved.
I don't think I want to be saved.
Yet,
Even as shivers rush down my spine,
Even as I am aching all the time,
I think of you.
And I know,
Your light will guide me home.
