God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
Powerless
Powerless
The mind is such a funny thing we must be in control.
We must be the captains of our destinies as I’m sure you know.
Once the helm of fate is lost the storm it blows right through.
It doesn’t wait to be invited…and oh the damage it can do.
Any little thing…it doesn’t matter what.
Can start a chain reaction I am powerless to stop.
A song on the radio…or a memory of the past
Can cause a downward spiral and the fall is very fast.
Once I reach the bottom the emptiness hurts so bad.
The blackness of this pain is just enough to drive one mad.
My heart refuses to get back up and I can’t stop it’s grieving.
At times I wish that I were numb and that I had no feelings.
In order to survive I must be the master of my boat.
I have to gather all my strength if I am to stay afloat.
I must trick fate and take control…steer through this awful vortex.
I do not wish to be powerless in this life…in any form or context.
The mind is such a funny thing we must be in control.
We must be the captains of our destinies as I’m sure you know.
Once the helm of fate is lost the storm it blows right through.
It doesn’t wait to be invited…and oh the damage it can do.
Any little thing…it doesn’t matter what.
Can start a chain reaction I am powerless to stop.
A song on the radio…or a memory of the past
Can cause a downward spiral and the fall is very fast.
Once I reach the bottom the emptiness hurts so bad.
The blackness of this pain is just enough to drive one mad.
My heart refuses to get back up and I can’t stop it’s grieving.
At times I wish that I were numb and that I had no feelings.
In order to survive I must be the master of my boat.
I have to gather all my strength if I am to stay afloat.
I must trick fate and take control…steer through this awful vortex.
I do not wish to be powerless in this life…in any form or context.
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Powerless
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