Hells living prison stuck in a rut
Anxiety rises swelling in my gut
I was once sane stepping through looking glass of a world insane
Wake up daily feelings of crushing pain
Roaming the earth carrying emotional boulders
A worrying vessel heavy weight on my shoulders
Screaming to be healed, God help me concur my fears
Daily reckoning in abundance the daily stream of tears
May be hope is lost and my ending now marked
I look back and take Solis in the love I have sparked
When there's no tomorrow and life's ending comes
Please let them say I tried to help, playing the beat of hope drums
I will be finally judged on the altar of juries oratory
They can't take away the truth of my story
If only my anxiety can be controlled will I feel again like a new shiny penny
Because power isn't of one but your compassion with the cumulative of many
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