I am so tired like a dead man
Left to wonder where his friends have gone
I am so tired like a dead man
Left to wonder where his friends have gone
Where have my friends gone
I wish God could take this thing away
The thing He surely brought my way
But I know this blanket covers me dark
And I know it's better this way
And I know it might not go away
And I know whose hand brought this thing to me
Sometimes I want the God I live for
To take this death away from me
And I see the hand that brings me comfort
Sometimes pressed down on me
And I cannot breathe and it will not go away
And when it's done it will be done
And 'till then darkness will be my friend
