My Song
My Song
I've got a fresh sheet and I'm on my way
Not knowing for sure what I need to say.
No matter it seems just as long as their out
These feelings I've got that I want to shout
So long theres been sorrow-so long now it seems
It fills up my night times and invades my dreams
No one can know the things deep inside
I fake through each day and sometimes I've cried
My soul has been tortured and chained for so long
I ask you my lord, right here in my song
I know never worthy- but still singing this song
I need to be patiant but how long must I wait
My lifes passing by me, before it's too late.
Oh lord I must ask you these chains you should break
this soul thats been battered and beaten and crushed
It now needs its freedom pulled out from the dust.
Oh please hear me singing my voice fadeing fast
Im afraid of the answers- to the questions I ask.
RJM 2013
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2013
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