these faces haunt my dreams late at night,
these voices never leaving my head.
these words are unseeing,
and I am unbelieving.
all the while,
time is fleeting.
tick, tock,
tick, tock,
the clock ticks.
nothing will be bring it back,
nothing will save me from myself.
To rely on oneself and keep in the black,
To rely on Him,
the answer is obvious,
yet I hestitate.
this face haunts me in my dreams late at night,
this voice never leaves my head,
these words are unseeing,
and yet I am still unbelieving.