Father of all creation
I need a helping hand
My world is falling apart
It's slipping through my hands
I have tried on my own
I always seem to fail
I want my life to be heaven
And not a living hell
What is my Destiny?
For now I'm not so sure
I had it all planned out
But now my plans are no more
I've came out alive
Where others have died
Each day is like yesterday
It seems like I'm living a lie
Help me father for I am falling
In this world a living hell
I've about gave up hope
I guess it's just as well
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