Hear My Cry

Hear my cry

Inadequacies of my being
Have got me feeling
Thorns in my eyes
Steel nails in my veins
I can’t see it coming down my eyes
So I got to make this script cry
Bleed script bleed
Cry like a mother who lost her child
Through the storm of it all
May my candle of hope remain ignited.
Even with just a small flame
For from it will branch a path to the light
And it will bear the inferno of a bed of roses
Hear my cry.