Looking for a reason
Hoping for a sign
Praying someone's listening
To these thoughts of mine
Living for the moment
Afraid to look ahead
Thinking the best part of me
May already be dead
Seeking my salvation
Drinking from the well
Clinging to an angel
While descending into hell
Tired of the struggle
Weary from the fight
Longing for a resting place
Somewhere in the night
Where will I find refuge
Can there be no hiding place
Other than behind this mask
That covers up my face
Sanity is fragile
Happiness is rare
I just need to feel the touch
Of one that I know cares
cn 05082011
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