Dead inside, I took a wild ride.
All the tears I’ve cried, so empty that I’ve died.
No blood as red as wine.
No feeling that could shine.
Just a thought in mind…
Am I really dead? More so, that is the question in my head.
All these years I’ve lived, yet, have I no joy that God could give?
God, I’ve prayed to you…so many stars, and you’re the moon.
Maybe I’ve just given up too soon.
Maybe I could heal my wounds.
Maybe I could learn to give.
All I need is to find the will to live.