Lost Prayers On A Stormy Day

When the world's weighing you down and keeps you on the run.

When the dream seems so distant and the rum is all drunk.

While your searching for that break and you're falling out of grace.

Waiting for success's sweet embrace, that seems to be erased from your destiny and fate.

Knowing in your heart, your shit out of luck, and hoping that your life gets unstuck. 

Holding to that hope, afraid to let go, cursing the heavens while unpaid bills lie on the floor.

Your on your knees praying to the Gods for a miracle and saying please for some relief.

He's tested you once, he's tested you twice seems like he's been testing you all this time.

You have jumped through those hoops and crawled under the fires, you climbed the ropes and leapt over the trip wires.

Nothing you do seems to be enough and nothing you do seems to be right. 

All you are left with is self-doubt and judgement and advise.

Feeling like a lost prayer on a stormy day, feeling like a mistake and the heart's filling with dismay.

With Nobody tapping on your shoulder to tell you it's all right, with nobody close to keep you safe through the nights.

You quietly soldier through and come up with a fight.

In the midst of that almost defeat you will find your light.

The beast that you have awoken at this moment is beyond heavens might.

For champions and heroes are born in this hour, when the guns are all pointed at him, and no army beside him to fight.

He will not submit, nor accept defeat, rob him of his luck but his will, you cannot beat.

If the heavens stop him and to the heavens he'll march.

Defeat is the last thing he'll taste or to hell he'll plunge.

No God can kill a man who fears no death, no God can defeat a man who inspires him against the odds he's played with. 

If your cause is true, and you're asking is just, He'd grant you your unwritten destiny to be written as you must. 

In that moment you have become his true creation, powerful in the image as he envisioned.

No prayers are lost and no stormy day last forever.

And all the riches of the heavens are for those who'd just last through that weather.

To all the good souls out there fighting their good fight, don't despair, you're not alone during your stormy times, take it slow and go with the flow and keep your head held high and I promise you'd do just fine.