It's always me who's in the wrong
It's always me who gets stuck with everybody's prongs
Everybody's whips of their tongues
For things I have said or done.
Is something wrong with me?
Have I lost my dignity?
Is there something wrong that I cannot see?
Or am I just being hasty?
Is what I do so bad
That I make continuity a fad?
Against the cold
People are bold
Or would I? - At least spiritually I'd be alive.
Oh Lord, take me from this earth
Or show me my life, for what it's worth
And show me how I help people other than me
Live with dignity.
No Lord, help this woman to be
What you want her to be
Help me through this hard time
So that for you Lord, someday I will shine.
Show me how to carry my cross with your aid,
For that is how character is made.
Lord, thank you for helping me through this time
Already, through you, I'm getting a more positive mind
Thank you for all you've done
For not letting me run
For I know that running is just taking the easy way out.
When I do it, I really just pout
And don't do what You ask
And I'd rather do the task.
For not doing so will let in the dark,
And on my soul, will leave it's mark.