Alone I lay,
Watching every star in the sky,
Counting every blessing as I cry,
Saying Lord thank you for my life.
Memories flash through my mind,
Of a life well aligned,
But the stain on my eye,
Leaves me so great in doubt.
The pain that I mine,
Out of life’s moments with which dine,
Leave me craving for the time,
I had an innocent mind.
My mind has been drained,
My heart stained,
What do I have to hold?
To take me to through this storm.
I hold onto hope
My only piece of rope
To take me through these times
All the days of my life.
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