In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
I don't want to live like this
I didn't think it would end this way
I didn't think I'd feel so alone
with my body failing
and everything ailing
living in an old folks home
oh Jesus please release me
from time's cold and angry fist
I don't want to live like this, Lord
I don't want to live like this
it hurts now to remember
the promise of when I was young
I was only a child
my daydreams grew wild
laughter was my native tongue
now I'm at the end of my trail
thinking of all that I've missed
I don't want to live like this, Lord
I don't want to live like this
give me a song
amazing grace
lift me up
and over this place
I believe my race
has been run
I don't want to breathe anymore
I feel like my lungs will collapse
I'm thinking today
should be far, far away
I want to be part of the past
take mercy on me, Jesus
put me on St. Peter's list
I don't want to live like this, Lord
I don't want to live like this
I'm grateful for all you have given
now take me so I can rest
I don't want to live like this, Lord
I don't want to live like this
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