in the storm

my life is in danger, the danger is life
I'm tired of all of my strife
I feel like a salior, alone on the sea
no land in sight, and no one beside me
I feel like I'm floating, just passing through
where am I going, I haven't a clue

I might sail on calm seas for a day or two but in time
the sea turns from its glorious blue
it turns upon me like, a theif in the night
pulling me under, as a struggle and fight
fighting and gasping, and gasping for air

but then I wake up and the sea is gone
but still the struggle of life, lives on
for, the nightmare is better, than what equats
to the storm that follows if I shoud wake.

I live in a hole, a box, or a cage
my life is an ever, never ending maze
and all that I have to show for my tries
is a bottle of tears, that fall from my eyes

I'm tired of crying my eyes are sore
and my feet are so weary I can't run anymore
my friends have all left me save my God, and my home
and that is the only reason I keep pressing on

on through this madness, through the tears and the pain
 not matter the ocean, the wind or the rain
I'll keep on walking, or crawling along
until i find where I belong
 
there's land out there I know it, its true
and some sweet day I finally see you
but until then no matter how warn
I still will praise you, even in the strom