A Little Stronger
A Little Stronger…
…And if I follow my senses
Will I have sense of direction?
To get to the root of the problem
I am the object of my own dissection…
Looking into me
Looking through me
In a sad and darkened state
I’ve never given myself
A fair chance to succeed
But I can’t believe or fear
That it can be too late
I’m rambling on a little further into the night
Perhaps I’ll sleep a little longer
And by chance and the grace of God
Perhaps I will wake a little stronger…
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