August 29, 2003
Make them stop, they won't go away
Crying, crying, dying, dead
My disquiet mind haunts me, taunts me
Shall I leave or shall I stay?
I welcome them with open arms
A knife behind my back
I'll fight them on my own
No need to fear, they're not even real
God will protect me, so He says
If only I will wait
But how long, I don't know
How long must I stay strong?
I want to fight the demons,
I want to make Him proud
I'll wait no longer for His help
My willingness to wait is gone.
Author: Steve Robison