Why must I swim in dirt?
And run and hide
From the pain and hurt
However don’t let my actions portray my worth
I’m just doing me
While I’m on this earth
But I pray that I don’t get worse
Besides I hope to get better
Before I see the hearse
And at moments
I feel like I’m cursed
Like what’s the importance of it all
Cause before I rise
It’s more often than not subsequent to my fall
It’s like I’m playing catch up
But the spirit in me
Keeps picking me back up
And whilst I’ve travel so far
I plummet back even further
I swear my sins are killing my soul
My flesh is the murderer
Lord, why did I depart from your side?
And let the Devil take me for a ride
Because I was doing really well
Now I’m catching nothing but hell
I cry but it doesn’t wash my sins away
I’m surviving but I don’t feel alive today
Is it the immoral choices or the dreadful mistakes?
That makes my heart ache
Or is the fact You have touched my soul
So I feel unpleasant when I’m out of control
Lord, I know I’ve done wrong
But will You sing me a song
That will make everything okay
If not then give me strength
As I pray …