I*  *snap at both my  inflicter and my  savior.
Much like an abused  dog,
who has gone wild,
I'm far beyond help.

My  soul  cries out;
for love,
for help,
for companionship.

I  bark at friends and enemies,
for I can not see the difference between the two.

My  heart is broken,
I  howl out to show my  lonesome endeavors are breaking  me.
My  spirit is damaged;
far beyond  repair,
salvation is not possible,
I need revival to sanctify  my  soul.