dreading to face another day in this cold brutal world
tired of working for slavery wages
fighting the battle of survival every hour
tempting to end it, but that would only accomplish
greeting the gates of hell...
so I choose to continue to struggle
hoping someday to prevail
so until then I'll slide on my slippers
and continue sliding across the landscape
of this plantation with my head held high
and as always... when the night falls, and I'm all alone,
I'll drop my head with a sigh... in the middle
of my dreams I'll realease a silent cry.. praying for
a better day, a brighter light..
in hopes of a miracle flight to take me to the scenery of my goals
I want to feel that wholeness within my soul..
I want to be like the clouds and drift off to that better land,
to know what is my purpose in Gods plans
I want to feel the touch of his helping hand
all these thoughts rumbling about in my head
as I dread to face another disappointing day
and the only thing that helps me along my way,
is when I so graciously say
THANK YOU JESUS FOR WAKING ME UP TODAY