Submitted by : Nihaya _Casar on Strugle

Lord, I beg
Oh God, My Lord!
I bow to Thee
The Nights are cold, this darkness is mocking me
Do You know the path back Home?

Darting To and Fro

I trailed my tender years and counting
That long sicken road
Struck by the hand of Time
Oh so cruel
How dare you to hurt my already wounded heart

I have been weak and I have been strong

The stars are conspiring
To glory Thy Name
Who am I to turn my back?
Would You still pick me up the floor?
I am so wounded

The First, The Last, Peace.