Heartbroken and feeling helpless,
Badly ill or maybe just emotional stress
I look to the skies and see no God,just clouds of misery
I feel my heart lost under the pain with my thoughts derisory.
Albeit my soul yearns for life but I'm a beaten man
Beaten by the wrong side of the world...
I look to the skies,and I ask 'why not let me die'
If you hear me just let me fly
Fly to a place where there is no pain
I ask again 'why not let me die'
The tears trickle down my cheek as my fever rises
I'm a beaten man,beaten by the old ladies broom.
Lying still I reminisce on this journey
Alas the world is wicked to the kind,
And kind to the undeserving...
I look not to the skies because there lies no answer
Rather I say a prayer but still no answer
Where are the angels?
Its dark here I want to hear them sing
Comfort me and give me rest
From this cruel and unending thirst
More water I drink,yet no satisfaction
I tell them not water I need
I need something for my heart
My poor heart,I feel it tired
Drained from giving
Starved from not receiving
I'm a beaten man,beaten by my actions
Conquered by my pure intentions
And humbled by mans evil inventions.
Many years I tried to understand
Yet I found myself lost
Lost in love,found by pain.
I close my eyes and find a moments peace
Only to be awaken by that fever from hell
Tired and beaten,I ask again 'why not let me die?'