Praying For Myself.

These Thoughts I Try To Hide.

I Have Faith In Me And Hope This Will Survive.

But It's Tearing Me Apart.

I Can't Hear The Words By Which I Guide.

So I Must Ask Again Who Will Carry Me.



I Will Not Deny That Nothing Can Defend

From The Helplessness That's Cutting Deep Inside,

And I Cannot Prevent The Thought That Nothing's Real.

Seems I've Waited Years For This Day To End.



The Strength I Need To Feel, The Pride Inside Of Me,

Are Not There Behind The Face Staring Back At Me.

The Anger And The Pain Of Knowing Where I Am.

I Have Come So Far And I Cannot Return.



Nothing I Can Do That I Have Not Done.

No Words I Can Say. No Truth Left That I Can See.

So Must I Let This End So Everything Falls Apart.

Before I Live The Life As I Have Always Done.



Tell Me What To Do So I Do Nothing Wrong.

Something I Can Hope For. Something Real That I Can See.

So Nothing Falls Apart. So That It Does Not End.

I Cannot Return. I Can't Start Again.