Try.

I pull up the covers and think of these things
So many things that I can't fix or heal
Singing, "I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep"
So many things that I can't help but feel

Oh, where do I even start?
The wind could sweep me off my feet
I cannot mend the broken hearts
That always and never call out to me

I couldn't help but ask
Am I going it alone?
By tearing off my mask
And crying on the phone

"Help me, help me!"
I hear them cry
"Dearest, I can't,
"You won't let me try."

So I curl up at night
I sob and I say
"There is power in the name of Jesus
"To break every chain."