Tormenting mass developing on my brain,
Intruding my senses with ignorance,
Equilibrium exhausting to deal with,
Invasion of phantoms endlessly real.
Lord, hold me closer to you than ever,
Relieve my endless tears in your hands,
While the world turns and grows older,
Tender me with messages of comfort.
Lord, assure me that when I close my eyes,
Your guidance will be there beside me,
Being closer to you, I can touch the stars,
A destiny to release my endless grief.
My soul is yours to take, my sweet Lord,
Visions of you are nestled deep in my heart,
Comfort transcends my fondest dreams free,
While my soul grows bolder tenderly.
Lord, I do not wish to be hollow,
Lessen my deepest sorrow,
Give me hope for tomorrow,
And grant me an Angel to borrow.
The whole world is in your hands,
I pray for all to believe this is true,
To open their hearts and souls to you,
Allowing faith in fate never to be blue.
