I'm trapped

I'm trapped
I'm trapped in tradition of religion
I'm trapped in tradition of relation
I'm trapped

I'm trapped
Forced to choose to stay to survive
Faced with a dangerous situation
I'm trapped

I'm trapped
It seems like there's no way out
It seems like all I can do is shout
I'm trapped

I'm trapped
All I can so is look up and pray
Dear God please deliver me and make me safe
I'm trapped

I'm trapped
It's hard to believe and it's hard to breathe
It's hard to hold on and it's hard to sleep
I'm trapped

I'm trapped
Dear Lord please let me out I need to fight
Please let me out of darkness into Your light
I'm trapped

The storms of life have risen up like a flood
I have nothing left to live for but You, Dear Lord
I'm trapped
I'm trapped
I'm trapped...

bro. tim pickl
Tuesday August 30, 2005.A.D.

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