Lord, please take me back to when
Times were much simpler,
When I was just a lad.
I cannot endure
The pain of this age.
I can’t escape the sads.
I’m tired of hurting
And not knowing why.
No one can tell me how to fix it.
I’m willing to do whatever it takes.
Whatever it is, I’ll kick it.
Doctors don’t know and can’t seem to help
They can’t even diagnose it.
I’m just tired of hurting. Please heal me now.
How can the pain be self-chosen?