Season Of My Weakness

I pause a moment for reflection
 Ponder this peaceful benediction
 While all that surrounds me
 Is benign
 It seems I've lost my inspiration
 My last artistic motivation
 The only thing, I have enough of,
 Is time
 I whisper to myself that everything is gonna be alright tomorrow
 Though I have nothing left, if I can make it through the night
 My soul will be at peace and Ill go on
 Its bitter cold and I am hurting
 It's been a long road that's for certain
 Bereft of aid, Ill climb this mountain
 Alone
 Antagonistic winds cut through me relentless
 I scream aloud "Dear God I am helpless!"
 But there are none to hear my desperate cries
 But the stones