afraid to open my eyes. Horror of facing the day. Mist of the morning is fading, while cancer burn in my bones. Horror of facing the pain. Years ago I had plans, what to do with my life. But now it all is so futile. Oh.. again my fears come true and paink**ers are out of effect. To the pain I must reconcile. The color of my desperation, if I wouldn't be heading to Christ. Would even be darker than now. My dream is to wake one morning without these tears of pain. Oh.. why can't I just die? The color of my desperation, if I wouldn't be heading to Christ. Would even be darker than now. My dream is to wake one morning without these tears of pain. Oh.. why can't I just die?