The Life That's Left

The floor is cold My tears are dry There is no life I’ve been left to die Inside a harsh room I look through the window I want to find hope I want to run in my own world And be with Him alone My nightmare, my pain, my hate You, my dear suffering You killed me You send me to death I lay down on the floor Without hope I wait On the Sweet Redeemer To save the life of Me My dear dreams will come true Once I find the one that long loved Once He heals my heart