Outstretched Arms
My face is buried
Sunken deep
I cannot pass
Without first to leap
Outstretched arms can feel heavy
When they’re held for so long
I always hurt I never see the reason why
Then came lightning and the thunder
It struck me where I am
It made me a different man
Once deaf and mute
Now I sing on borrowed time
Never in my life would I think
That I could be strong
Or capable of anything but wrong
My time is short
Quicksand would make it longer
My heart is stopping now
If I could prolong it somehow
I would tell you all I love you
I’m sorry for all my problems
I didn’t mean for them to be yours
I really want you to know
That you are truly loved
Here my last moments flashing by
No tears for me I hope
I don’t want you to feel my pain
No one should go where I’m surely going
I know that I’m not worthy
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