1.
You promise me peace
If I keep my eyes on You
How will that help me?
2.
I am scared inside
I have no control at all
I need your peace, Lord
3.
Big angry spiders
Savaging my heart and soul
Stepping over glass
4.
Do I deserve this?
Could this be my just deserts?
Am I coming home?
5.
Swing your heavy scythe
Cutting me down in my prime
Your harvest is cruel
© 2008 Michael Hunter
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