Vanderbuyst String Of Beads
Can't tell today from yesterday From bed to couch, vegetating for weeks Darkest thoughts try to shut her down Her game is on a loosing streak
Nothing to ease the millstone round her neck No one to take the yoke of her back
But a string of beads She's praying glory be On her knees With a string of beads
To numb to reason, or even cry She wished she had the guts tonight But her kind lord would not condone And invalidate her ticket home
Sickening headaches take control Fighting voices, they're not her own Ghosts and demons try to rock her creed Forsaken in the hour of need
