Beauty in the Struggle
Make it rain Lord, make it rain. There’s pain in the tears, sadness throughout the heart, anger wrapped around fists. In the midst of the darkness, oh where is the Light? Can you feel my struggle? Can you feel my pain? My soul cries deep down a silent scream that only I can hear; that only God knows. Can you hear my struggle? Can you feel this pain? I stare down at myself, intestines hanging