Pi
All alone, no one to be found,
As my hope finds a new low, deeper than the ground.
No amount of anything can take this suffering away.
No apologies, no miracles, nothing anyone, can do or say.
Sometimes I believe you have left me God.
All alone in this world to rot.
Leaving me angry and hopelessly broken.
I must make sure these words can be spoken...
All and all this life goes on,
No matter the pain or suffering that goes on.
We can make it through with a little love,
That this life is truly made of.
Trapped on this boat, a murderer, a killer.
My self-anguish and hatred had never been so sure.
I rely on you God to get me through,
For nobody has more power than you.
You can take away this pain, this self-hate, this sin.
You will not let this evil win.
This is Your boat, Your hat, your tiger,
Creating in me an inner fire... so
All and all this life goes on,
No matter the pain or suffering that goes on.
We can make it through with a little love,
That this life is truly made of.
God you make love in this life,
to get us through those painful nights.
I am strong, a warrior who will create love.
No hate or malice, only grants from above.
I will not despair for I have You,
and all the people that You work through.
Though it may not seem, love overpowers hate
In this world a most caring place, so...
All and all this life goes on,
No matter the pain or suffering that goes on.
We can make it through with a little love,
That this life is truly made of...
That this world is truly made of.
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