Carry On

Dear Lord,

I know I'm blessed but right now all I feel is stress.
Everyday seems a mess, with or without doing my best
I look for hope and hope for a break, yet I still wonder how much more I can take
Disappointment rises like a tears in a bucket
Entangled strings controlling like a puppet
Feels like walking on eggshells and crushing them all
How much further, is it possible to fall
Because I'm not kind of person that easily to quit or give in.