Untitled Poem by Margo Reid

As I lay in my bed, I wish I could be free,
I think about my Savior, My King!
Watching over me.

My heart will never be the same,
while people, bring me down by my name,
My voice is getting weak,
When the time comes, I even can't hardly speak.

Theres things, I can't find,
When I looked deep into my mind,
Everything I do, Seems so wrong,
But what I say, lasted long.

Those things, I fear lead me into the darkness,
Jesus the only way, for me to rejoice,
Is when I hear your voice,
I need you to free me, from all this pain,
And love me once again.