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I’ve’ been hanging on to this imbalanced life

I’ve been trying to keep the peace in these days of strife

I’ve been trying

But I have been lying to myself

I never had a grip

Now it all slips away

In red scarlet drip

Turning into a current

Carrying me away spent

I’ve done all I can do

Now I am through



For all my trying

I was only lying to myself

Now I am here dying

Hanging in the balance

In a Limbo like trance

Fifty, fifty chance

To permanently sleep in a bed six feet

Or to get up and dance to life’s drum beat

The choice is bitter sweet

I am struggling to live

For the ones whose birth I’d give

A thousand times

My babies, my boys

I am fighting in the balance

Trying to find the balance

But if you lying when you trying

There is no point in pouting and crying

For if you have forgotten Gods way

You may never see the light of another day

I have forgotten God

But I remember Him now

My memory has been jarred

As I race down deaths valley

In this loud siren car

I hear God in the alarm bell

speak God

I feel God In between breaths that fail

Touch god

In between here and then

I reached God

He is my hope

So I hang on him

He is my balance

I hang in him

I am hanging by

More than a string

I am hanging on to the king of kings

I am hanging on more than IV cords

I am hanging on the words -of life

I am in the balance- hanging on to God