There is a storm inside of me,
Nobody can see it,
No one can feel it,
But it spins around all time.
Death makes you free,
It free you from your sins,
All you need to do,
Is cutting your wrists.
The love of the Lord is the promise of forgiveness,
He forgives me if I ask,
Hurting myself can't be the solution,
And his will it will never be.
What about alcohol, cigarettes and other drugs?
They could help you to forget your life...
You just have to do it...
It's no solution for my soul,
I can't do this to hurt it,
It's difficult enough to life,
You can't imagine how much I wish that...
That you are free?
That is not new.
You miss him that is clear, too.
You have loved him with your soul.
Yes, I had,
And I still do,
But it's his way,
He had to go.
You promise yourself to think not these thoughts,
It seems to my that you have lost,
And your faith is all you have yet.
I don't need more to be alive,
And now silence,
I have to write...
