Faith,
and twisting
of the heart,
that's the design.
I pray for anything,
something,
a sign.
It's like
and explosion,
my heart being crushed
A feeling of fire,
a feeling,
a rush.
I reach out to God,
and his shoulder I get,
I pray upon it nightly,
in hopes for some peace.
My secret is that,
I can't give up.
A war in my head,
and my heart,
they're torn up.
I want to believe,
that of course
this faith will save me.
So I'm trying my damndest,
to say this isn't over
yet, but you see..
I can't see my signs,
or I do and don't know it.
So I sit in the night,
and whisper to the lord,
please show it.
I'm waiting and waiting,
my head tucked under blankets,
I curl up tight,
a ball,
heart torn asunder.
I am waiting,
and praying,
a sign for me please.
Because God, I know,
you have a grand scheme.
So when I am low,
I talk to him you see.
I let his ears gather all the hurt from
wtithin me.
I ask for guidance, signs,
and forgiveness.
I promise the best,
just let me know what's next.
I promise the best,
so please,
give me rest.