A/N: So I couldn't go to sleep, so I wrote how I was feeling at 2 in the morning....
I keep stopping at all these red lights.
Trying to get the past out of my sight.
Why can't I just keep on going along?
Maybe I'm thinkin', yeah,
God is still watching,
Through a microscope.
And those rays fall down, and,
Set me alive,
Burning up my hope.
I really don't know if I can stand one more test...
I'll either give up or give it my best...
Why would they be called tests, if they weren't hard?
So when I stop at the red light,
God grant me some patience,
So that I might see things right,
And make it down the road...