(Disclaimer: This work is not related to the author's personal life, and should not be taken as such.)
My dreams keep coming,
I keep stumbling,
Hoping for honest reprieve.
Renewing my hopes,
putting all of my scopes,
on the newest plan up my sleeve.
I keep on wondering,
And earnestly pondering,
Do I deserve this fate?
Is this my malady,
Without a remedy,
Is it already too late?
I made some mistakes,
and that's all it takes,
to go from 100 to 0 in stride,
but despite circumstances,
there are second chances,
I can turn back the tide.
I cannot fix it,
should I leave it,
should I leave myself to fate.
I want to chase this,
The chance to change this,
Before it is all too late.
I have lost friends,
no one comprehends,
the depth that my sorrow goes.
What shall I do then, you see,
My anger is in me,
and there is no way to let it go.
My mistakes are for real,
and those of others a big deal,
I've wronged and been wronged by others.
Even by those that you see,
are the closest to me,
by those I would call my brothers.
His burden is easy,
He definitely sees me,
filled with anger and strife.
I do not go hiding,
I know about fighting,
I have been doing it all my life.
I pray that my deck,
is brought into check,
and I am brought back to life.
It is not enough,
you see all this stuff,
that fills me with anger and strife.
Please God, I beg you,
I need you to renew,
my fortune, my fate, my soul.
I need you to make me,
I need you to save me,
To finally make me whole.
I am done with this God,
I won't ask you to applaud,
that I am coming back to you sore.
I am here God, you see,
I present myself to Thee,
I'm not running away anymore.
