A tired soul shouts out for help
asking about for an answer.
The wretched hand reaches out as he yearns for redemption.
Why can't the heart find peace when IT surrounds him day and night.
The mural of life seems entirely too trivial as days run on and on
a certain peacefulness runs dry
tears and anguish cover the body of a stricken man
looking unto his savior.
J.R.
asking about for an answer.
The wretched hand reaches out as he yearns for redemption.
Why can't the heart find peace when IT surrounds him day and night.
The mural of life seems entirely too trivial as days run on and on
a certain peacefulness runs dry
tears and anguish cover the body of a stricken man
looking unto his savior.
J.R.
