Days By The 'Golden' Sea

Does He hear me call at night?
Does He know I'm not alright?
Does He try to talk to me?
Does He not see?
Every night I would pray...
But does He hear what I say?
I would even scream and cry...
Yet it seems he thought me eyes were dry.
God, bring me to salvation with you...
What am I supposed to do?
Every night I would pray...
I wanted you to hear what I would say.
I wanted you and God to hear my speech,
So that you would know when you feel out of reach.
That I was praying for you every night.
I prayed that you would soon be alright.
Can't you see my dearest friend?
For you my comfort zone has no end.
I prayed that you would find Him,
And that your devine spark would never dim.
As I have seen it...and it tears me up inside,
Because plove is stronger than pride.
I've seen you lose control and cry,
I've seen you doing your best to try.
To keep it together and not lose your grip,
I've seen you emotionally stumble and trip.
And I prayed that would never happen twice,
But I guess that He has rolled the dice.
No matter how many nights I have spent crying,
Because I knew inside you were dying.
And that I felt my prayers were in vain,
Because no one could see the pain.
That the both of us went through,
But in the end...it was only us that knew.
People don't think I would pray,
But that's currently what they say.
I'm not frightened of what the future will hold,
But I want out story to be told.
They thought that I wouldn't...
They thought that I couldn't...
But I turn to God when music won't cure the pain,
I turn to Him when I think I'm going insane.
I turn to Him when I lose control,
Because I need to speak and if I don't it takes it's toll.
Because I see the days when you're sad,
It doesn't make me angry and it doesn't make me mad.
It makes me frightened and scared.
Because when I break down I feel no one cares.
And if you felt that I don't know what I'd do...
Because you know I'd do anything for you...
And that's why I still pray...
Because I hope that some day...
The Lord or you will hear me,
And you will soon see.
Once your boat of life is finally moored,
That you will find peace with the Lord.
When you ask where did the blue skies go?
Why is life treating me so?
I want you to imagine all those nights I've spent,
Praying for you and every single word I've meant.
Because I know at the back of my head,
There's nothing cruel you've ever said.
You're my best friend and "my safety net",
And I think that it was the Lords will that we met.
Because I know for a fact I wouldn't be here,
If you (and everyone else) weren't some of things I hold dear.
Because there are always days when we fall in a heap,
And we will have a silent cry instead of sleep.
I've had those days...I'm in one now,
And you just don't know how...
How you will make it one more day,
But what I do is I listen to music and I pray.
And I just can't say it in words how much I owe,
I'd try and tell you but there's not enogh words I know.
That describes how much I owe you in debt,
It's hard to say how much I would regret.
Every single day if I  was not your friend,
Because the cuts in my head were slow to mend.
But with all of you it went so fast,
That it seems the present so quickly becomes the past.
And then the past becomes a great memory in my head,
That will remain there...until I am dead.