Does God hear me?
Does He see me cry?
Has His head turned away?
Will He remember me on the day I die?

I wonder at sometimes
If this heart of mine has become a cold fact
where once you’d find white wings
that have begun to go black

I survived my winters
I trudged through the summer
and yet I return to this place
Hoping to slumber

Don’t get me wrong
I love this life of mine
I just don’t love living it
Since having success undefined

A paradox of words
But those who understand can relate
Trying hard just to end up where you started
Another poor mans fate

Does God hear me?
Does He see me cry?
Has His head turned away?
Will He remember me on the day I die?

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