The Promise

I can't afford to live like this,
and I can't afford to die.
I want to know whose path I'm on,
don't say it's mine 'cause that's a lie.

The picture turned out different
than the promises of youth.
The sun I'm seeking's hidden by
the clouds of my life's truth.

The hills were steep and the valleys low,
still I arrived just where I am.
I may not have that much to give
but you can have all that I am.

I look up and He looks down,
and His message is so true.
All I need is you to pray to me,
and I promise to pray for you.

Time will tell and time won't lie.
Hearts will bleed and souls will cry.
The power of prayer will get us by,
but we'll never know if we don't try.

This is how I want to live,
this is how I want to die.

Who am I

Who am I and where is the man I thought that I would be?

My heart has stopped, all time is standing still.

And every mirror is lying I can see.

Where is the God that saved me, is this His will?

Truth be told I never knew the future me.

Just "trust in God", it's what your whole life depends.

Live in the moment is as far as I could see.

But His "follow me and want for nothing" never ends.

Freedom is not mine

I tried to speak my mind,
to say what was locked up in me.
I thought it would be easy,
but then I thought that I was free.

Freedom is a state of mind,
an ideal place to be.
They say put yourself in a quiet place
and freedom is what you'll see.

Well I've read all those books,
and I don't think they're for me.
My freedom is just outside of me,
and someone else holds the key.

My Own Hell

Lying in bed in my own Hell.
Can't wait for the morning to come now.
I wish I could say why but I can't tell.
Too much caffeine my wife yells.

Worst part is there's no one to tell.