BROKEN DOWN DREAMS

Now I m chasing broken down dreams one that seem so far
Surrounded by preachers, cigarettes and tattoos that bare my scares
Fools on every corner life’s playing its cruel game
With a bottle in my hand I m trying to forget my shame
But the sadness in my eyes can’t hide the pain inside
But I am screaming out to Heaven Lord its hard to take this ride

Please help me Lord, I’m begging on my knees
Even whiskey can’t wash away this deep root of unease
I ve traveled this rough road full of heart ache and lies
With a simple Prayer I m reaching for the sky

I ve watched my dreams fade Like smoke in the night
This old mans journey feels like an endless fight
I pour another shot wishing for a little grace
But these shattered feelings linger and never leave a trace
It’s been a life of constant hell what more can I endure
I hold on to that hope, but my heart is feeling pure

Please help me Lord, I’m begging on my knees
Even whiskey can’t wash away this deep root of unease
I ve traveled this rough road full of heart ache and lies
With a simple Prayer I’m reaching for the sky

I scream like hell to the heavens above
In search of your mercy and the warmth of your love
This old man’s life has twisted in the dark
But I hold on to the light still searching for a spark

Please don’t forget me Lord, I need you to see me through
My tears are many, but my hopes are feeling few
For every moment passes feels like another chance to mend
With your guidance Lord I’ll find love around me again
So I’ll raise my glass high though the night feels long
With my heart in the open tryin to find where I belong

Please help me Lord, I’m begging on my knees
Even whiskey can’t wash away this deep root of unease
I ve traveled this rough road full of heart ache and lies
With a simple Prayer I’m reaching for the sky

So here’s to the broken dreams and the path that filled my shoes
With a shot of whiskey and some love, what more can I lose
I’m a traveler on this road looking for my way back home
In the mist of scattered dreams Ill never be alone

The Depressed Poet comes from many years of suffering from Depression. While in the hospital for this a doctor suggested that I try my hand at poetry and that is where life changed for me. I wrote about things I never really thought of before like God, Jesus, Heaven and so on. I do not consider myself a great or good writer because, I am not. What I am is a man, who stumbles through his words, so he can make it through his days. I also host a podcast called, The Coffee and Prayer Series.