Help Me.

by Stephy   Aug 15, 2007


The Night Has Became Darkened.
The Stars Are No More.
The Tears Are Wishful And Dead.

Theres An Exit One Way And An Entrance The Other.
The Wind Is Blowing Me Towards The Door That I Wish To Not Go Near.
God,Save Me From This Tradegy.

I Bring My Hands So Close Together And I Say To Myself,
"God, Don't Let This Take Me From My Life. Please.I Know Theres Mistakes And I Know Your There. Please Keep Me Safe From This Door."

I Fall To The Ground, Tears Streaming Down So Slowly,
I Look Up And Say,
"Your One Man And You Work Alone."

I Wish I Could Have Stopped Myself From All That Was Near.
Your Always Gonna Be Close To Places You Don't Wanna Go Near.

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