War Underneath

Hoping Tomorrow...

Silence.

My own thoughts alone.

Silence.

I want to hear the voices
Of people,
Stop watching my own inside,
And hear quiet from the noise.

I'm done with these mind games
That torment me throughout the day
That leave me empty
When I finally get to lay...

Lay down.

Get away.

Get away from everything,
Everything that bothers me.

I guess my sleep is a way of saying
"This is the time for me only."

Then my mind is racing,
For tomorrow to come.

Because everything from yesterday
Has piled up into one.

I wrestled and pursued,
I thought I had control,
But that was where I slipped
Then everything got cold.

I pushed it all aside
And tried,
And tried,
And tried.

But I guess the day had something else,
And took a toll on pride.

But honestly,
I'm so fragile.

This imperfection,
Yes. I heard it.

My pride is what kept me going,
And now it's down,
Down in the broken.

Such feeble creature that I am,
That I would rest on what I can.

It's strength to fight,
When all is lost.
That's real strength
When giving up
Is an easy route.

But lie in defeat?

Oh, God, help me.

I failed again,
And now,
Im going to bed to sleep.

Oh this torment,
This loud noise!
When confidence
And calm and poise,
Has plunged away
That soul that thought could do,
Any dream so strong
But crashed to cold hard truth.

I ask You, please,
Make a miracle.

I need Your help,
I'm so fickle.

So here I lay,
In the dark.

The time when I don't see,
And dream of stars,
With my eyes closed,
I hope that tomorrow
Will fix itself
And that I will go
With Your help.

Open my eyes
To see the rising sun,
That this will pass and I'll be fine.

Make day,
Day,
And night for sleep,
With goals in action
And dreams to keep.

A soul that pounces
Will love and joy
Rather than in fear
And dread some more.

Good night
And good day,
It's almost 12.

Please make it that way,
With strength and health.