It's a nasty situation, this predicamant I'm in
there's nothing to do...nothing within.
The day seeps in on a cold filled dawn
the night goes out, and I ask what's wrong?
I'm growing cold... I'm so alone
I havn't been drinking, I'm not even stoned.
I'm left in the dark, nobody's here
my cold barren landscape clouds with fear.
Walls of isolation encircle my soul
clouds of desolation descend so cold.
I've fallen to a desperate place
There's no point in living...what a waste.
Send me an angel, see my plight.
Deliver me from darkness, secure my flight.
Angel shed your light, burn it bright
open the walls, burn the clouds, chase the night.
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