My back is to the wall.
My knees are tucked in tight
Froze in fetal position
Looking for light
It's really dark,
Much like my life
Though my life is no longer physical
my soul is still alive
I've placed myself here
At your mercy,humbling every part of who I am
Yet you stand before me
and proceed to tell me that im condemned
My hollow place of empty
The treason in the air
Condemning me for believing lies
and unanswered prayers
A fire burns a bright orange glow
Burning unanswered prayers poured from broken souls
I can smell the tears
And feel the fears
I can see the thoughts as though i were there
I often wondered why this curse is cast on my life
I would never find peace from what was sacrificed in strife
I see sadness, I can feel despair,
Living life thinking you would answer my prayers
Singing on Sunday, preaching your" word"
It's really quite the silliest thing I've heard
I'm not the one to say what is true and what is not
But when it comes to you ,God, I've given this some thought.
A preacher man that lived and stood by your word
Got lost on his way and veered off path
Succumbing to humanity he dies a disgrace
Was all forgotten of the the love he embraced
You
He truly had faith in your word and in your holy glory
How could something so good ends a horror story
Tell me how a baby beat to death at the hands of his dad
And the wailing mother hanging over his little casket there is no words to describe that.
Or my 12th birthday, my weekend visit to my dads
When he took away my innocence which I didn't even know that i had.
And i begged you to make him stop,
But the silence and the loss of faith
Was overcome with physical rape
And i swear i was screaming out your name
Oh god please stop this pain.,,
Is he even sain?
nothing but force to dwell on the facts
God, explain how hell can be worse than that?
