Sorrow Grief Trauma Fear
These are the shackles that I wear
These chains are forged in pain
They increase the weight I bear

I fight endlessly in this war
But my hands and feet are tied
I'm entrenched and I'm drenched
In the swamps of tears that I've cried

My soul weeps and is weary
My memory is my torment, not my friend
But I will keep trying and crying for God-
For Him to help put my suffering to an end