|
FINDING HOPE
Every day I rise from bed,
And I stare at the same old mess;
I say I'm going to start it today,
But it's overwhelming, I must confess.
The thought of even beginning,
Puts my stomach in a knot;
It's such a huge undertaking,
I fear it'll take more than I've got!
So every day I put it off,
And say tomorrow I'll tackle it;
Knowing full well when tomorrow comes,
I'll find another excuse to just sit.
I'm stuck inside some vortex,
Not getting anywhere near,
My dream of moving to Florida;
Of moving away from here.
This is not where I want
To spend my final time;
I want to find some happiness,
That I believe is mine.
I have to find a way
To begin this journey unless...
I want to end up dying here;
My family stuck with this mess!
And I have to begin somewhere
And do it very soon;
If I want to move to Florida,
And look each night upon its moon!
I need your helping hand God,
To get me back on track;
To get me motivated,
To get my self-respect back!
|
