Pathetic I am, truly,
Out of all to be seen,
Wherever I go, pain doth still follow.
Ever should I remember, this all can end, God
Raise me up, use me for gain.
I have so much to do, and my personal life is threatening to keep me from completing it. But I am, with God, far more stable. In fact, with the power he sustains me with, I feel better by working on these things... And though I feel confused, my future is bright.
I pray that everyone feels the same, though I know too many hurt.