Cold Outside

The world is cold, no compassion.

What is left for me to hold on to?

Living life day by day, 

but why should I go on?

To want someone to need me,

is that so wrong?

I'm still a young man,

but the years have been so long.

My soul is exhausted,

my strength is almost gone.

I've sinned and been repaid

with misery and pain.

I have a rage inside that I can barely contain.

God send me a solution,

so that I can still maintain.