me, too
At the end of my rope To the end of my rope To the end of my line Wondering if I am going to live or die Praying for God to come thru To open my eyes and again see the light All these troubles blocking the way Stones trying so hard to climb The hand holds being right out my grasp Teasing me with its solutions Locked in a box Lock and key in eyesight Trying to hide from the problems Their laughing at me Making me lose focus on the prize Nowhere to run Stuck in a rut Spinning rubber and mud Wishing, Hoping, Praying continuously throughout the day God come save me from this mess Mind in pieces Trying to become a better woman For my child For my soul But I’m at the end of my rope |
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