Saturday, December 7, 2019

End Of My Rope

I'm at the end of my rope,
that is held by you.
I'm trying to hold on,
but it's so hard to do.
It hurts so much,
and so hard to understand.
When no one is around,
to give you a hand.
When the pain lingers on,
it leads me to pray.
I start to cry again,
when the the pain won't go away.
I lay in the pool of tears,
from the times I've cried.
I struggle to survive,
and I know I've tried.
I close my eyes,
and say a little prayer.
I make this desperate plea,
in times of despair.
I'm at the end of my rope,
that is held by you.
If I can hold on,
I know you'll help me through. 

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