What are we doing here,
Life just doesn't make sense,
I know what I should do,
When all the odds are against me.
Things get so confusing,
When you see your destination,
And all the odds are against you,
There's no sun shinning through.


When all else seems to leave you,
You feel like what's to loose,
Know one would even notice,
If death was at my door.


Failure and shame succeed,
With all attempts descending,
I cut my heart to bleed,
With pain there is no ending


The moment my hand falls to my side,
The pain begins to fade,
It seems like the worst is behind me,
But my vision is still unclear,
Until a hand forces away the darkness,
And the breath of life appears.


When all else seems to leave you,
You feel like whats to loose,
With my father behind me,
My destination lies before me.

? 2005 - 2006 B.I.C.