praying that the
abyss wash away
with the pain
and the hatred
of self
pray that this
hell just turns to wealth
in my foolish mind
a lot of my peers say I'm blind
no, I'm hiding behind my hands
that's why the truth can be so hard to find

through the hurt
I wake up every morning
pray to my God and
give Him thanks
I stay devout to Him
He watches over us
while we lay
though the insufferableness
increases by the day
I still pray in faith
that the truth reveals itself
somehow
some way

I'd be lying exclaiming
I ain't have some thoughts
to give up
"I cant" spirals through my head
preoccupied with the
punitive prison of living
sometimes, I trip up
I keep the same people around me
the cup was overflowed with love
the opps poked some holes
but I'm still prayed up
feel the end coming
I keep my cross close
if it's a wrap
I know the Lord I pray to
is my host in heaven,
the Land of Hope

- negassie