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What a world (My God, my God)


My alarm clock rings Little does it know i don't dream Nor do I sleep I'm way too busy Attempting to escape my misery I'm trapped The only way out is dismay Between school and home Who really cares Yes I want to be successful But why can't you see I'm over here They celebrate you at the finish line If you ever get there My God my God Don't let me make it there Images of my death follow me I wonder why Why can't they see When I finally spoke I found no hope Neither did they Because on that bathroom floor.... They let me lay..... My God My God Take me with you! No one here loves me..... It was on that floor Death & I did actually meet I seen him ! Eye to eye But my Father Jesus couldn't let me die He took control -& let me free What I believed Was another day in infirmity Long enough for me to see A young man just like me A man tormented by the world around him Oh how I wish I could've found him! Told him it'll be okay.... Convince him to want to stay.... As the prayer ended I scanned the room Seeing many broken souls A broken soul created. I seen my family What I would've created ! My God My God Thank you for saving me The real Cydney Not that girl on the floor Not that quitter She finally died I've said my goodbies And grabbed hold of hope My God My God I'm amazed at what you showed me My God My God Protect those that don't know you Help them up from their pitty Just as you did me You never know who's watching You never know who really cares Until Jesus shows up You may always be there...
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