I cried, "Dear Lord take my life today." He replied, "Why break the pot when I molded the clay?"
Deep within the valley of the abyss Where time stands still yet the river flows I've prayed to my higher power with clenched fists He answered and from the depths of hell I rose
Riddled with confusion consumed by a dark desire Yet I followed and listened and he lifted me higher Where flocks of ravens and crows surround me I fly a falcon and master this mystery of misery Memories of pain, the flashbacks are real Patience...