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I stand alone Frozen, frightened, without power Can I stay the course for one more day? Perhaps one more hour? This pain is gripping Can I make it one more day? The loneliness is crushing My familiar habits could take all that away Forty-three years I've been like this Never jailed nor hospitalized All this time, I've managed to get by But for a wounded soul and tearful eyes Too proud to ask for help Too weak to make it without Can I stay the course for one more day? Will I be beaten by fear and doubt? Maybe I can slip across the line Maybe just for a day I know that's a lie Perhaps I can convince myself anyway Every moment that goes by I miss her warm seductive gaze Couldn't we dance one more time For an hour or a couple of days? I know that won't work This sickness she can't heal Perhaps peace lies only Is in the taste of the gunsmith's steel I've been to a meeting Actually four There, I saw something else Do those people have something more? These people who meet These people who share How could they help me? Why should they care? To them … I'm a stranger To me … I'm a shame So why the warm embrace? Why do they even remember my name? They talk of a Higher Power Can such a thing be? But the question is moot He would never want me I fell wounded to my knees A prayer slipped out My vision a bit clearer Less blurred by fear and doubt If I ask for more Will He grant it to me? Maybe wisdom and courage Perhaps acceptance and serenity But if God is just I should be punished without end Instead ... a glimmer of hope Instead ... a way to begin Now, could I tell this in the rooms? No, that's too naked - too daring But maybe I'm wrong Perhaps this is the stuff of sharing
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
Perhaps and Maybe
I stand alone Frozen, frightened, without power Can I stay the course for one more day? Perhaps one more hour? This pain is gripping Can I make it one more day? The loneliness is crushing My familiar habits could take all that away Forty-three years I've been like this Never jailed nor hospitalized All this time, I've managed to get by But for a wounded soul and tearful eyes Too proud to ask for help Too weak to make it without Can I stay the course for one more day? Will I be beaten by fear and doubt? Maybe I can slip across the line Maybe just for a day I know that's a lie Perhaps I can convince myself anyway Every moment that goes by I miss her warm seductive gaze Couldn't we dance one more time For an hour or a couple of days? I know that won't work This sickness she can't heal Perhaps peace lies only Is in the taste of the gunsmith's steel I've been to a meeting Actually four There, I saw something else Do those people have something more? These people who meet These people who share How could they help me? Why should they care? To them … I'm a stranger To me … I'm a shame So why the warm embrace? Why do they even remember my name? They talk of a Higher Power Can such a thing be? But the question is moot He would never want me I fell wounded to my knees A prayer slipped out My vision a bit clearer Less blurred by fear and doubt If I ask for more Will He grant it to me? Maybe wisdom and courage Perhaps acceptance and serenity But if God is just I should be punished without end Instead ... a glimmer of hope Instead ... a way to begin Now, could I tell this in the rooms? No, that's too naked - too daring But maybe I'm wrong Perhaps this is the stuff of sharing
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
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