Reality rushes in like a raging storm
in the darkness of the night.
Lashes of lightning penetrates peace
of a previously sound slumber.
What could have been will never be
the questions remain unanswered.
The fairness of our lives unfair
yet still we must move on.
Why me, why us, why this, oh God?
Have we not yet suffered enough?
Is there purpose for our pain, oh God,
And in this, must we still trust?
With hands held high I give to You,
the madness of my mind.
The tantrums of my sorrowful soul,
The rage I leave behind.
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