This Hell
For fifteen years I lived in this place
I call hell, it's a place I've come to
know very well. Hiding inside my soul
I dwell, running from the pain inside
this hell.
This hell is a place of agony and fear,
as if everything is gone, and no one is
near. The burning flames I see so clear,
even in the heat your voice is what I
still long to hear.
This hell holds my soul is so burned and
bare, searing my flesh, singeing each
hair. I long for that day when someone
will come, and all of this scaring will be
undone.
The empty space in my heart unfilled,
my soul crushed, and spirit killed. Yet
I still wait for you to end my pain,
and put out the flames with your
precious rain.
Your presence here, thickens the air,
erases the fear. Out of this place
and into your arms I fell, I'm fully
alive, and pulled from this hell.
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