I'm on the top of a mountain of sadness.
Looking down to the paths that I've been through.
Thinking about my 'what could have been'.
Asking myself, why am I despaired now?
How can I get down from here?
When I don't even have the strength to stand.
My Savior, where are you now?
Please pick me up from here to there.
I know you got wings to fly.
You can even soar higher than the sky.
You have the light that can blind.
So please, take me now.
Take me..now.
06/19/2014
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