The flood gates break free and in anger I nearly drown.
Depression sets in as the waves finally begin to die down.
Hopelessness rises up. Confusion, pain, loss.
Feelings grow worse and I hope that I'm wrong.
I'd rather not say what I think. None of it really matters.
I don't need you; you don't need me. It drags me down faster.
You're no good for me and I just can't save you.
So I'm just stepping out. God will show me what to do.
Of course! I still have to pray for you. If not, it'd be a sin.
I may be done with you and this. But my God still lies within.
Maybe you'll be saved. And who knows? Then you'd be good for me.
But I can't lead you there. I'm just not good enough to set you free.
I just can't stop the flood. So I guess I'll be forever wading.
And forever I'll be watching. Praying.. Hoping... Waiting....