I Don'T Think I Could Steal Second Even Without My Foot On First
I'm so sick and tired
and I can't run another mile
No more strength to raise my head
No more faith to live again
I can feel my lifeforce drain
and I can't take the pain
These hands aren't holy enough
I don't deserve your blessing touch
Yes these lips were meant to praise you
but it's something I'm not worthy to do
I am so weak
I need your stength
You are my light
You are the reason I fight
You are my only need
You are my everything
Copyright © Chris Gomez | Year Posted 2005
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