Otis Willingham

Reality

Why should I pray,
When I have nothin to pray for?
Why should I keep my head up,
When there's nothin to look for up there?
How can I stay focused,
When there is a knife in my soul?
I don't know,
So how could you?
I've got to come to grips with life
And deal with the bull,
And the never ending sorrow.
My life is a waste,
Unless I awake.