‘I’ve come to far to turn around
I’ve come too far, and I can’t think of turning around.
My heart; mind, and soul is as low as the ground.
Listening for a word from above, but I hear no sound.
All I know is how loud, and hard my heart is beginning to pound.
I look around for one of my supposed to be friend’s, there are none to be found.
My troubles have risen higher than a mound.
May my works speak for me that I can be crowned.
I’m never lifted up, only downed.
The one’s that I met, only looked at me and frowned.
They’re insearch of my soul, like a thirsty blood hound.
My day will come if I stand fast and hold on to God, then my name will be renowned.
I’m trying to figure out a solution so that I can unwound.
I can’t give into the devil, knowing that it will only make me hell bound.