Here I am again, Open bottle of pills in my hand, Trying to escape the sin, Most times I am standing strong, Others Iâm on my knees, When the nights are cold and the days are long, God, can you help me please? Times are getting harder Weâre all getting older, I said good bye to my only partner,
Iâve been a million places, Rode a million miles, Seen a million faces, Always been with the exiles, Into the deep blue sky I gaze, With wonder and a longing, Sometimes I count the days, To whom are these days belonging?
Most times, I can hear my mind talk, As I lie awake in bed, When I go on another walk, Voices in my head, Now Iâm tired and I want to go home, But the Father says Iâm not ready, So I set of again, alone, Trying to live so steady,
I look into the sky with wonder, When will be my time? Cause Iâm tired and beaten, And All I want to do is hideâ¦
