Tired eyes, silent cries,
Cloudy skies, hidden lies,
Beaten, battered, bruised,
Blasted, torn down, abused,
Reaching for the break of day,
See nothing but this toxic haze,
Hear that kind Voice softly say,
“I’m here, my child. Don’t be afraid.“
One step back, then forward again,
Constantly grappling with this vile sin,
Pleasures above seem far away, when
Pleasures below tie up all the loose ends.
What a wretched state to be in,
This deadly dichotomy.
No advance and no retreat,
Empty hands and calloused feet,
Fighting endlessly in the street
This shadow I cannot seem to beat.
Sunlight shines brightest when I give Him control,
He dispels my darkness, and makes me whole.