Sentiment - [:SITD:]

In search of the pure, in search of the light

I miss those arms that held me tight

A pleasant breeze while time stands still

To venture forward I have the will

Seconds to minutes, hours to days

Every single time I see your face

I am agitated by sudden fear

I feel your presence, but you’re not here

Oh God I would not

Normally pray

Save me from darkness

Let it drift away

I am so scared to fall asleep

Without your shine I’m lost and weak

I know the fault lies at my door

But for what I am living for?

An aching wound, I cannot breathe

No healing hand for my disease

I take no comfort in all your words

There is just pain like hell it hurts