The Lights dim out and I’m walking on a tight rope
these years are mine to shine, live out my high hopes.
but I fuck around searching for what’s real
they tell me nothings there, I won’t heal.
it’s lonely where I’m at, worse where I’m going
the pain keeps coming and my heartaches showing.
take me now because I’m ready to leave
don’t punish me so with a short reprieve.
the harder I knock on Your door, the farther I get from salvation
so before I spiral any more, take me to our next conversation.
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