What’s it like to be free
Or to be happy
I am filled with misery
I feel like tragedy
Tears become normal
Joy feels so foreign
Fears overwhelm me
It is so dark. I can’t see
“What a waste” they say
“She could’ve done better” they say
“She’ll never amount to anything” they say
Why do their words have to be so mean?
LORD what do I do?
Who do I turn to?
My loved ones have forsaken me
Please God help me
I need you desperately
Please come immediately
Not next month or next week,
Not even tomorrow, Lord end this sorrow
So please Lord save me
I need your power
I can’t take it anymore
I need you in this hour.
