Troubles are rising, just like a flood,
Drowning out my llife.
Sorrow is draining, out my life,
Like cuts from a knife.
This pains attacking like an Army.
ev'ry part of me.
Confusions reigning like a tyrant,
Over all I see.
Guilt is pursuing like a lion,
trying to kill me.
Depressions cutting like a razor,
Loves song out of me.
So who is coming to hold my hand,
and to set me free?
So who is coming, to throw a line,
Out to rescue me
