Bestow A Blessing Before The Bow Breaks

I feel I don't have a life line to a higher power
like everybody else living sweet, but me,
I'm living sour
I don't feel my blood being brave like it used to
how come when I was a kid I had no fear, but now,
now I shed some of the most cowardly tears.
I want to know if some force, some power loves me
or am I alone, drowning in this sophisticated misery.
I haven't been touched for a long time
I try to reach out for love and affection, but my
fire keeps getting put out by trying.
I wish I had a life line to a higher power,
to bestow me a blessing before my bow breaks,
my heart is not stone, it's alone, and it aches.