Wondering and lacking
Everything is going wrong
I mean I'm blessed,
But I'm not strong
I still have wonder in my eye
But there's a Rock deep inside
This Rock isn't dirt
This Rock is made of hurt
And doubt
And lack of figuring out
Lack of true relationships
Im Slowly about to step on the pebble with no shoe,
Slowly about to be pushed over by the wind,
Wondering when more light will shine in,
Wondering will I be able. To face depression,
Hand and hand with God
And say bother me no more
When will I step up to the batting plate and swing away,
I'm about to break,
I'm a glass cup at the end of the table , Im Gnna fall when someone runs into me ,
So many thoughts running through my mind,
No one to talk to,
To everyone I'm fine...
