afraid to open my eyes.
horror of facing the day.
mist of the morning is fading,
while cancer burn in my bones.
horror of facing the pain.
years ago i had plans,
what to do with my life.
but now it all is so futile.
oh.. again my fears come true
and painkillers are out of effect.
to the pain i must reconcile.
the color of my desperation,
if i wouldn't be heading to christ.
would even be darker than now.
my dream is to wake one morning
without these tears of pain.
oh.. why can't i just die?
the color of my desperation,
if i wouldn't be heading to christ.
would even be darker than now.
my dream is to wake one morning
without these tears of pain.
oh.. why can't i just die? |