...and I pray

Sometimes the loneliness
overtakes me
and I find myself
dropping to my knees
and I pray
help me thru the day.

My strength is gone
I'm overcome and weak
I know I must hold on
and get back on my feet
so I pray
help me thru the day.

Sadness pulls me down
I can't escape it's grip
I'm on the battlefield
but I'm unequipped
so I pray
help me thru the day.

When the morning light
opens up my eyes
I try with all my might
to conceal my cries
and I pray
help me thru this day.