In these hours which seem the most bleak
I hope that things will turn out well.
I worry so much I can't even think
And feel like I'm in hell.
There's a weight in my chest that drags behind
And the load I bear is sometimes too much
If it's answers that you hope to find
Or if it's solitude you need
I hope my words can ease your mind
Or at least my heart you can heed.
This crack in me that runs quite deep
Has burried itself within my soul
So in these hours that seem most bleek
I feel the most alone.
Jared Lee Jennings 2006 |