Is there any hope left?

I’m just about ready to give up,

I’m tired of hurting,

I rather be dead, then deal with this hell we call life

With no one to lean on, I’m all alone

Oh, how I wish I could hear another man’s voice

Just to give me comfort and a sense of peace,

But the only voices I hear are the ones in my dreams,

I can only imagine,

In this dark and cold cell, I’m forced to live another day in misery

Only little trickles of light brighten up my day, and I’m not always that fortunate

Sad to say, this dungeon was made to break me, and if it’s even sadder that I’m      given it all the power to just that,

I’m just a thought away from throwing in the towel and basically saying, forget it

I ask all the time, why me?

I understand the saying, “if you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime”,

But this is just cruel and unusual punishment

I receive a sense of peace for God, but during this time, a sense is not enough

I need a sure assurance that everything will be ok,

That I’ll make it through this storm,

Just one touch or word for God will get me on the right path, but as of now, I’m going through, praying that it’ll make through this testimony in the making.

I ask myself, “is there any hope left?”  And now my whole outlook on this situation has changed.

Yes, there is hope and as long as I keep my faith in God, I’m gonna make it through,

I just have to believe.