Bring Me Home

Its not that I am perfect, far from it I suppose.
its not the way I sleep at night, or my odd ill-fitting clothes.
I'm flawed inside, deep down beneath this tame gentle facade,
I have my fears, my doubts and tears, yes dear friend, I'm Flawed.

Sometimes my lips betray me, speak things I don't want heard,
sometimes they don't have strength enough, to speak the crucial word.
Please forgive me of my trespasses, for great they truly are.
Guide me to thy loving arms, however near or far.

Sleep comes so reluctant, as I lay upon my bed;
as thoughts and dreams of madness run rampant 'round my head.
I fall quite numbly to my knees and beg for my release,
and somewhere through the darkness, I always find my peace.

The world can claim its remedies, for sickness of mankind,
but somehow it always fails me, and I always seem to find;
there's an island in the darkness on which we all may stand,
its a solid rock of ages, far better than the sand.

So carry me upon thy back, for I'm too weak to walk
fill my mouth, with words when I, seem far too scared to talk.
Save me from this Hell I'm in, for I cannot fight alone.
Be my Lord, my Captain, Guide, my Lighthouse...bring me home.