Walking into the night oh Lord why do I feel so alone

Well just something that was on my mind

Can't get you on the phone,
My moms through me out like yesterday's trash,
I am walking into the night,
Oh dear Lord why do I feel so alone
I'm calling you on the phone,
When the devil calls my name,
Where was you when I needed you,
So long ago,
When I took that coke up my nose,
Or when the darkness came,
And I couldn't find a friend,
I feel so alone,
Never having a mother,
Or father,
Of my own,
Always just walking through the darkness,
On my own,
Oh lord why don't you pick up the phone,
I'm on my broken knee's,
Beginning you please,
Though I not know why you picked me,
To be the one who shares your light,
When I can't find my own,
Though when I was down and out,
And couldn't find anything to eat,
When I was a child living in the streets,
You helped me find trash to eat,
And cardboard to lay my head,
And clothes to keep me warm,
I still can't find my way,
Even on the brightest day,
And though those days are gone,
And even when war has come and gone,
I can't find a reason to pray,
I look for a better way,
Or a brighter day,
Yet hear I am,
Oh dear lord,
All alone,
And when I try and have faith,
Oh what a mistake it is,
To call out into the darkness of the night,
Because by the morning light,
I'll still be all alone,
The only ones I can get on the phone,
Are the same one who will take my money and be gone,
Oh dear Lord Why do you make me stay,
Without hope,
And my prayers,
Are just junk mail to your ears,
And when you'll just put me out,
Like yesterday's trash,
I've danced with the devil,
In some foreign land,
And you got me home,
Just to find myself,
Walking through the long lonely night,
And oh so lost and alone,
They say thank God we are alive,
But I have to ask why,
Knowing all I know,
And when they locked me away,
In a cell fare from my home,
So cold and alone,
Without one letter of my own,
15 years I watched the paint peak away,
Never thought I'd ever see the light of day,
When they took my rights away,
Doing time and not knowing my crime,
Walking through the darkest of the night,
Oh where was you when I needed you so,
And the devil was calling my name,
No medlles on my chest though I did my best,
And when they finally set me free,
They only imprisoned me,
To a life not my own,
Walking free again and feeling so alone,
With chains on my life,
And bars on my soul,
Even being told where to go,
Where was you dear lord when I couldn't get you on the phone,
I try so hard every single day to have faith you will show me the way home,
When ever it is where the angels,
Sign there gospel songs,
Every night,
So maybe,
Oh just maybe,
Some day I want feel this pain,
In my soul,
Called loneliness,
And maybe,
Finally be home.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when we are locked up in isolation...the phone gives us at least voices to hear...some kind of contact.
we pray, we hope faith will get us through this.
feeling pain at least lets us know we are alive...and if we become numb to it...it feels like we are already departed.
j.