Living Day
From the dark dungeons of life,
From depths so far bellow,
Where darkness surrounds,
And clenches my soul.
Where the Heavens above,
Scream out loud,
Why have thou forsaken me,
Look at me now.
This body that you have given,
Is so weak, so frail,
Because of you I walk,
A lonely trail,
Down a never ending road,
With no light in sight,
I am blinded to my surroundings,
And the people that I like.
My heart is dead,
The blackness has settled in.
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want from within?
You have taken everything,
And through it away,
Just like a rag doll,
On it’s last living day.
When will the pain end?
When will it go away?
Why has thou forsaken me,
It feels like my last,
Living day.
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