It’s 3 AM
The baby’s sick again
And this when I’m much to tired to cry
Overwhelming frustration
Turns into desperation
Even now
In the midst of this mess
Constantly draining me when all I need is rest
Will you hold up my arms
As I face defeat
Even now
May you have victory
I’m hanging on
By a real thin thread
And I can’t check one thing off my list
A stack of bills still unpaid
I dream of running away
When I’m caught inside a loosing battle
You’re the strength that rises when I’m weak
May you have victory
When everything around me’s shaken
You become the hope that steadies me
May you have victory
