Walk with me and tell me it's all going to be okay
Tell me that you are guiding me through darkness and into light
Be the hand I can hold when I can't see the next step
Be the air I breathe when I can't take another breath.

Hold me in your arms like a child who knows he's safe in your arms.
Be my peace from all of life's alarms and promise me you'll do me no harm.

This world is so cold o God how long must this winter last?
I hear you speak in the silence " my precious child this to shall pass

These cold hands wrap around my throat squeezing the very last drop of hope that was within me.
Those cold dead eyes lock with mine and I feel the piercing sting of death and hopelessness burn through my soul like a cigarette burn on my skin.
I'm so tired I just lay there and feel my body become numb and isolated from my mind.

How I wish the bullet would just shatter my skull like ashes across the ocean. Where is my lover that is the angel of death?
Where are you to set me free from this lamp with no light they call life.
Come take to the grave and break my soul over the altar, set me on fire and let whatever was left me be the smoke that remain in the smoke that goes to sky and eventually fades.

Hold my arms out for love but you cut my wrist and watch me bleed
Look for you in the darkness but you stay silent.
Speak the words that are the longing of the heart of the inner child but you just rip my tongue out and leave me speechless.
This home I built waiting for you to return but every time I open the door for you, you pour gasoline all over me and watch me burn.

You'd think I would learn by now
But the heart fools itself with hope and wishful thinking.

Someday this merry go round will stop or I'll be standing in the ashes of a home with a match in my hand.

It's like a heavy chain tied to my heart
It's something that that likes to hide in the dark. You couldn't see it on the outside but on the inside it's like its apart of me, I can't tell sometimes where it begins and where is the start of me? This heavy cross I carry with me all day long while my inner voice says "crucify him!" Slowly sinking under the weight of this heavy burden.

Idols made of glass, idols made of silver and gold that entice me with their words of lust that are sweet like honey but bitter in my soul.
These idols I can keep hidden until they call out "wanna play a game" I must resist I must untie these ropes tied to these false hopes.
Like Linus from Charlie Brown I carry these idols like a security blanket that keeps me secure from insecurities. All my lust and impurities.