At times I feel you've gone from me, but why should I feel this way?
Why should I let my heart sink low with grief and tears each day?
Why should I mope, saying "whoe is me," as life's burden weighs me down?
And plunge into a sea of stress, where I could surely drown,
when I know fully well that you'll never leave; by me you'll always stay,
to lift me from my darkest hour; you're just a prayer away.