I've had enough of life, the time has come for my suicide
I thought I was chasing truth, but turns out truth lied
There is no more hope, this life has to me killed
No one can help, I'm drowninG, my fate is already sealed
Like Ol' Blue Eyes, I've always done it My Way
Leaving nothinG in my wake but a life lived in gray
So, I'm laying it down, I have run my race
HopinG I'll be met with loving arms & grace
To those who tried to help me, it's not your fault
The devil weaves his webs & sometimes we just get caught
It's not with pills, a gun, a razor-blade, a car or knife
That I will end this empty, always-chasing life
No, on my knees with the Word in my hand
That I will once & for all kill this WRETCH of a man
Arise, arise, arise CHRIST is my soul's only plea
While these chapters & verses crucify . . . . . . ME!
Copyright John Mark Brooks July 12, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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