The pain is somewhat familiar,
Deep inside I hope that ain't a killer,
Even so my last name is warrior,
And He is always my healer.

Raindrops on my window,
Teardrops on my pillow,
My scream crescendoes,
But He is always my hero.

I am so tired,
I muttered,
My heart on fire,
Is it fair?
Oh Lord I desire,
For You to hear.