Gone...

Constantly wishing that my heart will stop beating one day,

With all that life has to offer,

What am I but a spectical waiting to decay away,

Wanting to rip my flesh off and dies away,

Slowly but surely it will each and everyday,

Tired of living and not knowing who I am,

Putting a mask on to store away the pain,

but when in all reality myself is slowly fading away,

Wanting that day where I become what I was once made,

DUST...

Gone in the wind without a "miss" or a "must",

Knowing that, that day will come walking on paradise where it's only just us,

So take me Heavenly Father,

So I can finally take off my strings & mask,

Cause you'll take me as I am,

And I'll be Free...

At Last.