As you hear me,
Can you feel my pain?
Can hear my anguish,
In this driving rain?
Can hear the storm,
That roars in my heart,
The clamor,
Of which my soul will not take part?
It is tired and afraid,
As I am,
We were hurt once,
And never again.
You offer a chance at redemption,
But the path we must travel is riddled with rough ground,
And I am missing the light to guide my way.
I may not make it.
Can you here me,
Calling your name?
Can you hear me falling?
And struggling to rise?
If you can hear me,
I’m tired of fighting
