Morning Mist


afraid to open my eyes
Horror of facing the day

Mist of the morning is fading,
while cancer burn in my bones
Horror of facing the pain

Years ago I had plans,
what to do with my life
But now it all is so futile

Oh again my fears come true
and painkillers are out of effect
To the pain I must reconcile

The color of my desperation,
if I wouldn't be heading to Christ
Would even be darker than now

My dream is to wake one morning
without these tears of pain
Oh why can't I just die?

The color of my desperation,
if I wouldn't be heading to Christ
Would even be darker than now

My dream is to wake one morning
without these tears of pain
Oh why can't I just die?







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