Plagued by the sounds of my past, CLACK!
Hitting me up against my back.
Trying to move forward in victory,
But curiousity sometimes has me looking back, SMACK.
Once again off track.
I know that's it been awhile
(going through these troubles)
Stuck in a daze, still able to muster up a smile.
However, now I've sore jaw muscles.
(Teeth clinched down tight)
Struggling to stay righteous,
But I don't know if I can keep up the fight.
Deadly dark whispers
Entertaining my mind at night.
Praying for mercy that only Jesus can deliver
It's getting hard to focus on the light.
It's not a illness in my body that needs to be healed.
It's the sickness in my soul that needs to be cured.
You see, I don't think that I'm fullfilling my purpose.
I'm smothering my dream.
I've locked down my potential.
And you ask, how am I doing?
Everything is everything.