A prayer from a sleepless bed and a silent phone…
As I lay in this bed wide awake,
I’m praying to the lord that my soul he takes,
on a dream tonight that completely restores,
my path in truth,in love, and in lore.
A cleanse of my mind or perhaps just a silence,
a quiet from this storm of this mental violence.
Do I really need to fall all the way down?
In order to find a solid ground.
The distance seems far when you are as tall as I am,
and these thoughts in my head don’t give a damn,
about the pain they’ve caused over the last couple days,
they’re just my lil wo plies as i get through this haze.
When i wake from this journey to follow my heart,
put my feet on solid ground so I know where to start.
Point me in the direction of the light and my goal,
but please just renew the light in my tired soul.
