How much is nothing
How little is everything
So I know how much I must go to see the end of my sorrow
Or hide out of fear to face it
I don’t want to fall in a storm
I’m to scared I wont find my way out
Does it make me a coward?
To not want to walk this path
To wish I could stand on the out side looking in
Instead of being lost
Not knowing how much more is in front of me
But all that is behind me
Knowing that things only get harder
Wondering why they don’t get easier
I am constantly thinking of the end
When I can rest
Don’t have to walk this maze shaped battle field
Where men shoot bullets of hatred through my path
I start to hope I will fall through
All of this pulls me away from god
So I can’t see the light any more
Things right now go from dark
To darker
Artifice darkness made by my pain
When do I see the light?