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"There's so much I'd like to express
So much building up inside
But when I just need to let it out
The words always seem to fail and subside
My fallen friend, how I miss you
My love life, I wish I could find you
Drama amongst friends, you were never welcome
And there's so much I have yet to do
Father, lift me up
Give me courage, give me strength
To do, to say, to endure, to achieve
All these things just beyond arms length
All these things take hold of my mind
Never loosening their grip and making me insane
They wrap around and constrict like a snake
'Til nothing can get through the channels of my brain
But endless thoughts that wear me down
No rational thinking, just worries that cut deep
I long to be free like I was in my youth
But it seems there's no peace unless I'm asleep"
Yet another song-ish thing that I'll probably never finish. My problem is that my well of creativity and inspiration always runs dry before I reach the end of my songs. Maybe, someday years from now, I'll pull out all my unfinished songs and finally do something with them. Who knows? Not me. Whatever.
So much building up inside
But when I just need to let it out
The words always seem to fail and subside
My fallen friend, how I miss you
My love life, I wish I could find you
Drama amongst friends, you were never welcome
And there's so much I have yet to do
Father, lift me up
Give me courage, give me strength
To do, to say, to endure, to achieve
All these things just beyond arms length
All these things take hold of my mind
Never loosening their grip and making me insane
They wrap around and constrict like a snake
'Til nothing can get through the channels of my brain
But endless thoughts that wear me down
No rational thinking, just worries that cut deep
I long to be free like I was in my youth
But it seems there's no peace unless I'm asleep"
Yet another song-ish thing that I'll probably never finish. My problem is that my well of creativity and inspiration always runs dry before I reach the end of my songs. Maybe, someday years from now, I'll pull out all my unfinished songs and finally do something with them. Who knows? Not me. Whatever.