My men-tuition kicking in, my head is feeling light
Spider senses are tingling, something just isn't right
Can't quite put my finger on it, but I know it's a feeling I've felt before
Too afraid of the pain, I refuse to explore
Not wanting to know more, I make preparations to ignore
But this sh*t is knocking loud, as if the police are at the door
I'm trying to give my mind "a-rrest" but my heart is handcuffed
Looking to the heavens, hoping God says "ok, that's enough"
But He allows the devil to continue to administer the pain
My eyes are slowly becoming nimbus clouds, the forecast is expecting rain
I try to keep it together, hoping to change the weather
Praying for sunny, clear skies; anything to make it better
But to no avail, it's slowly starting to sprinkle
Out comes pain that's been sleeping longer than Rip Van Winkle
Now my stomach is churning, a peace of mind is what I'm yearning
And somewhere in the background Usher is talking about something burning
I'm losing the battle, but I'm more focused on the war
I cry out to my Father, not able to take the pain anymore
Right before it becomes unbearable, He sends His angels to protect me
Reminding me that as long as I believe, He will never neglect me
The war is over, now I'm something like a veteran
And having gone through it, I think I came out a better man
The lesson learned is to believe, no need to cry
And no matter the adversity, the devil is a lie
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