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!
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