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Dark Side of Life
Battered and Bruised
Soul blackened by the memories that haunt me
Crying for help but no one hears a thing
Im hopeless and damn near lifeless
They told me dont kill your dreams
Because you have gone deaf to Gods voice
I call out to thee
He doesnt answer I guess hes to busy for me
Who'd blame em
I've taken life for granted
Wasting the very essence of my gift that was given to me
The freedom that was given to be what ever God sought out for me
I ignore the hand he has put out but, why?
I have been dragged onto the floor been kicked down so many times
Why should I rise?
I have no will to live no more love to give
Im empty hoping that Gods cup of life & wisdom overflows onto me
Seeking reason waiting on better days there are none
These negative thoughts there are a ton
Silence the voices in my head begging for my finger to pull the trigger
An eternity of sadness vs the eternity of hell which shall it be
I look in the mirror one last time oh how disfigured I see
Then I hear a voice call out to me
It said you are exactly who you are supposed to be
This is only a test to see if you will fight for your life or be buried beneath
Soul blackened by the memories that haunt me
Crying for help but no one hears a thing
Im hopeless and damn near lifeless
They told me dont kill your dreams
Because you have gone deaf to Gods voice
I call out to thee
He doesnt answer I guess hes to busy for me
Who'd blame em
I've taken life for granted
Wasting the very essence of my gift that was given to me
The freedom that was given to be what ever God sought out for me
I ignore the hand he has put out but, why?
I have been dragged onto the floor been kicked down so many times
Why should I rise?
I have no will to live no more love to give
Im empty hoping that Gods cup of life & wisdom overflows onto me
Seeking reason waiting on better days there are none
These negative thoughts there are a ton
Silence the voices in my head begging for my finger to pull the trigger
An eternity of sadness vs the eternity of hell which shall it be
I look in the mirror one last time oh how disfigured I see
Then I hear a voice call out to me
It said you are exactly who you are supposed to be
This is only a test to see if you will fight for your life or be buried beneath
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