A Cry Out
I don't know how many "How are you?"-s I've been not able to answer Because I want to say that I'm great, I'm good, but I really am not I'm stressed, I'm tired, and I don't know how long would my last strength last I want to be honest but the risk of being honest might bear a heavier consequence than when I'm silent I want to be hopeful but every hope seems to fail I want to have faith, I really want to and have been trying to but somehow I grow numb Unless you come and meet me here Lord Unless you mend my wings and give me strength I don't think I could ever make it You know me the most since You've weaved me in my mother's womb I am all frail and weak and all I hope is this one thing.. for You to hear my cry and meet me here, o Lord