Can You help?
it's all I want to know.
i'm a doubting Thomas;
let me look at your ****** hands
and know you know how i'm feeling.
it's really lonely being myself
down here,
on Satan's boulevard
where I could stumble,
every night,
empty.
In the drunk-tank
I'm really struggling, god,
really hurting god,
you know
when you want to cry your heart out so hard
but you can't
and the blood-pressure builds
breaking mind
leaking fears
all down your throat
into your soul.

stumbled and fallen
can you save me?
i get no answers,
he knows i have them.

come to jesus,
just like that song we used to sing,
oh people be free
from all pain
all
hurt.

oh crushed,
he even heals the oppressors severed hearts,
and broken
he heal your faded spirit too.

pax 2013