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Dear God...
why does sex have to mean anything
when we give it away for free
love means nothing at the click of a dial
greed and lust, scandalous behaviour is what's in favour
and she tells me have some faith don't let depression
get the best of U, think happy thoughts
find something to believe in hold on for dear life
no matter how close you are to the edge
from way up here they all look so comical running to and fro
any second U could come crashing down below
the balance between life and death, least we forget
Is ever so fragile and it's an uphill battle
from way deep down in the bowels of the abyss
the stench of human filth is so pervasive
clinging to your armor as it infiltrates your facade
seeping through and it's all U can do to find your moral conscience
a last gasp for breath, but where do U escape
at my wit's end, suspension of disbelief is all I have left
a couple shots of hennessey long ago would make U forget
U could drink myself into a stupor have no memory of the nite before
somehow...always knew you'd up here in search of the heavenly father
mind & body desperately in need of some spiritual healing
like an addict in dire need your soul is feening
just a touch would make U feel worthy
some words of compassion-just let me know you're here
and I know I've strayed from the path of righteousness
for far too long now, and I've abandoned my home
taken your kindness for granted, spoken your name in vain
at my greatest hour of need I have nowhere else to turn
empty feeling of loneliness of melancholy regret
having no idea why I sometimes feel this way
my mind is in pain, my heart is in pain,
can U somehow give me something, some religion, some faith
anything just a moment's peace...
just for one good night of dreamy sleep
you must be listening...please be listening
I have nowhere else to turn
please listen as I pray...please find some time for me today....
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