the devil has one hand on my ankle Lord you have both hands on my wrists
the demon pulls one way and Lord you pull the other that my soul is about to rip
I'm sick of these uncontrollable feelings, I'm tired of these ups and downs
people tell me that's not an option but there's no options to be found
this world is loud in my head there's a million voice's and a thousand screams
this endless torture in my mind makes me wonder is this life just a dream
I have no strength to fight anymore I have nothing left to give.
my spirit is broken, my soul is sore, I'm tired of this life I live
one last time I feel life on my face and take a final breath an say a prayer
all I've ever wanted was someone to love me , someone to care
then I heard a still small voice, a whisper across the cool dry air.
saying to me, I'll always be here, I'll always be there......
©seeley
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