It's just that we stay, too long, in this same, old sickly skin...I'm pulled down by the undertow...I never thought I could feel so low, but oh darkness I feel like letting go...
"Sometimes, sadness wins."
The night has gathered up the day
Leaving flowers where it lay
And somewhere in my weary heart,
The darkest dreams of slumber start
I do my best to live in You,
But I can't feel the morning dew
When all about the arid land,
The grass has altered into sand
And so they fester in my mind,
The demons I had once resigned,
To places that I should not go
Where embers of my sorrow glow
I cannot face this act again
For beasts have taken up my pen
And as they scribe upon my page,
I die upon a lonely stage
So I will leave my heart to You
And You will do what You will do
And if I linger in this realm,
I'll trust in You to hold the helm.