Walking Down Here Alone

After 24 years of strife, in this series of goods and bad called life. Waking up every morning, facing every new day. To work sojourning, in much the same way. Even in the crowd, I wonder sometimes. If no one hears my inwards screams so loud, or is just all mixed up in rhymes. Lord, how much longer must I dwell, caught in this life to and fro. Feeling sometimes like I drowning in a well, seeking the way to go. Then I think of the Cross, all the anquish on my behalf you felt. This helps me no feel such loss, my helplessness does melt. Atlast I finally come to the place, that I can face life's bitter tone. And while walking at pace, Lord stay with me so not walking down here alone.