From this nightmare, A deep breath Helps me to sympathize, Surrounded, by my present darkness, A slight turn Catch a glimpse on the wall Every night, I twist and hollar Failing memories fading fast Caught up, in the morning after, Drawn back, tore back, paralyzed Teardrops, fill all these lines The wounded cry out to the vine My hurting sins keeping me down Falling faster spun to the ground I will set nothing, wicked Before my eyes, I will not know, of your wickedness Not at all