“And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me”…

Eye Will Not Cry

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Overwhelmed by the task,
of living day to day…

Consumed by a darkness,
that makes her so afraid…

Dreading the mornings and
so scared of the night…

She’s paralysed and sweating,
daren’t switch off the light…

Or close her tired eyes,
unsure what will be found…

Night becomes her open coffin,
buried deep underground…

With her eyes blankly staring,
not seeing wood for the trees…

And each tiny little thing,
forcing her to bended knees…

Screaming out aloud,
hoping her God will hear…

Take pity on her soul and
release all her fear…

As she kneels before him,
to prove that she believes…

And for him, do anything,
so she one day may receive…

His power and his glory,
flowing through her veins…

Make her feel strong enough,
so that she can remain…

Trapped in the illusion,
that her life has a purpose…

And these trials and tribulations,
will…

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