afraid to open my eyes.

Horror of facing the day.



Mist of the morning is fading,

while cancer burn in my bones.

Horror of facing the pain.



Years ago I had plans,

what to do with my life.

But now it all is so futile.



Oh.. again my fears come true

and painkillers are out of effect.

To the pain I must reconcile.



The color of my desperation,

if I wouldn't be heading to Christ.

Would even be darker than now.



My dream is to wake one morning

without these tears of pain.

Oh.. why can't I just die?



The color of my desperation,

if I wouldn't be heading to Christ.

Would even be darker than now.



My dream is to wake one morning

without these tears of pain.

Oh.. why can't I just die?