Sick of Sorrow: I Will Make It

Buried alive by your goodbyes Airborne dead by your senseless lies Overcoming feelings of hurt, Seeking first His comfort Drenched in silence While the waters rinses away The dread from my head The squalid grief left me Breathless for only a moment, Then it disappears instead So sick of the sorrow So, I’m high up in the clouds Let me live till tomorrow Let me avoid the endless crowds I won't wear my usual frown While I swim in waters of blue And trek on grounds of brown I am sipping the liquids of morning dew Succumb to courageousness I won't ascend with sadness Repugnant rage drifts away so fast My happiness from above is so vast Buried alive by your goodbyes Airborne dead by your senseless lies Overcoming feelings of hurt, Seeking first His comfort I'm the prey of mere procrastination I'm falling victim to foolish sensation Need effulgence and a sense of relief From this rather squalid, despicable grief Being sorrowful is extremely pitiful This brief grief will disappear And become something so beautiful, So fear not, my doubtful dear Relieve me Release me Release the demons from my mind I'm a stranger in danger from long ago, Simply left behind…left oh so blind I'm a loner, all alone, trying to go with the flow Everyday, I wish I could soar away The bottomless anguish Maybe it’ll be today… It’s been far too long…way too long… Since I've seen the light (I'll make it tonight) Since I've knew right from wrong I will try with my might (I'll make it alright)