I know why they call this place the vale of tears.
Because today I feel the tears warm on my cheek.
It is quite near the valley of the shadow of death.
Some days it seems it is the peace of death I seek.
I escape into dreams, happiness seems to evade me.
Nothing but mundane days, stretching on so endlessly.
Nights grow much longer, the summer ends it's story.
The Fall night are lonesome and full of painful memories.
I visit other worlds, when I sleep upon my bed.
Adventures in dreams that are in the morning gone.
Sing duets with big cowboys but only in my head.
A growing sense of dread permeates the rising dawn.
A sense of despair in in the very breathe I breath.
I feel helpless to change anything in my life at all.
So in the night time, other lives in dreams I weave.
My daytime life get mired and I often stumble and fall.
My life is at an all time low, so is my self esteem.
Can't see my way, life has forced me to my knees.
Leaping tall buildings in a bound but only in my dreams.
Oh, Lord, I can not see the flowers for the weeds.
Lord, if you are there and you even know who I am.
Give me some courage to go on, Deal me a better hand.