Sometimes We Wait Until It's Too Late

Because we forget God is there to save us when we fall...

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As I gaze into the face of death, 
She veils her eyes from me.
She ignores my pleas for sanity, 
As I live in this earthly calamity.

Suicide binds my mind
As pain torments 
My each waking hour;
Like a cold winters night 
	— Frozen —
In a motionless state
Of chaos and terror! 

Will peace ever show his face
Like in the days of old?

Will he ever let life ease these sorrows
Of trauma from this unjust world?

Is torment the only face 
That I will ever know
From this day forward
	— Waiting —
Until the day I drift
Away from this fallen 
	Empty place 
		Called home

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