I said that one day I'd be something and everyone would soon be proud of me
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I'd sit and watch the day go by and think of all the things I'd like to be
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So many of my dreams have gone and now
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I'm left with only emptiness
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There's nothing that can make me better,
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Nothing that can take away this pain
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And I wonder what you'd say if I were gone
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Would you cry? Did you even notice something wrong?
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I often wonder what's to live for. I just want this pain to go away
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All I have are fading memories, pieces of my broken yesterday
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They say every drop of blood meant something
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And every ounce He shed was shed for me
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Here I am, I'm waiting for You, crying out. I've fallen to my knees
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Chris' Letter
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Seventh Day Slumber |