Grace

Grace
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I stare into Space

Nothing I can help

My mind seems to just go

Go to the dark and the black

I pray for grace

I pray someone hears my yelp

I can no longer go with the flow

I need my soul back

So as I stare into space

I am praying for grace

I need my soul back

I can’t let it go to black

I need my soul back

So as I stare into the black

I pray for grace

As I stare into Space

I look at the bottle of liquor

I look at the bottle of pills

I see the darkness in the edges

I stare into the black

All, those I love, do is bicker

It makes me want to run to the hills

But all that will do is build wedges

When the black of death is a better track

I stare into Space

Nothing I can help

My mind seems to just go

Go to the dark and the black

I pray for grace

I pray someone hears my yelp

I can no longer go with the flow

I need my soul back

My thoughts are red with blood

What if I choose to end it all

Will it be better?

Can it be worse?

I am thought of as less than mud

And this bitch will never crawl
But I have written that letter

But have put it all in reverse

So as I stare into space

I am praying to for grace

I need my soul back

I can’t let it go to black

I need my soul back

So as I stare into the black

I pray for grace

As I stare into Space

I pray for grace

I pray someone hears my yelp

I can no longer go with the flow

I need my soul back

I need my soul back

I can’t continue to stare into black

I need my soul back

Before I give into the black

So as I stare into space

I pray for grace