wringing hands and bended knee doubt and fear are near to me I search the air for clarity and remind myself to breathe swollen eyes and world worn skin danger is now from within I'm done but have yet to begin in the purging of my sins
spinning rooms and aching head all the things I've done and said the question of the life I've led and whatever lies ahead
endless days and sleepless nights ups and downs and wrongs and rights fighting to keep hope in my sight I'm frozen in the headlights
pale white skin and racing brain i struggle just to maintain and cover up my port wine stain and i'm sane, i'm sane, i'm sane. forging on the breaking bend time just will not seem to end and ancient wounds that will not mend as I'm clawing at my skin
tired bones and furrowed brow peace that i will not allow I want to sleep but don't know how and the sun is rising now so again another day will begin and have it's way and taunt me with it's hopeful ray and again, here I will stay.
