
Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Song language: English
The Struggle |
He woke up this morning to an angel in his bed |
There was a devil in the bottle he was holding in his hand |
With head still full of whiskey and his eyes now full of tears |
He dusted off a bible that he hadn’t read in years |
And he said |
I am tired, I am torn and I can’t take it any more |
You see this bottle has been my only friend But here I my heart to you I give |
Oh Father can you take away these tears |
She struggles with addiction |
She struggles to fit in |
She takes too much medication to cover up her tears |
One pill to make her happy Too many make her sad |
Then she notices the bible |
In the hotel by her bed She says, «I am weary I am worn» and I can’t take it |
any more |
You see this bottle has been my only friend |
Here I am my heart to you I give |
Father can you wash away these sins |
Then the sun came out and the skies turned blue and the pain they knew was gone |
And as the old life died a new life it was born |
It was a life they never knew |
Until they followed you |