This first verse of this song pretty much describes my childhood to a T and the message is probably the only way I lived through it. I just wish it was still enough to do it for me today.

"I'm Still Here" by Bruce Carroll

It's three o'clock and school is out
He should be going home
But the anger he knows waits for him
Chills him to the bone
The words from all the times before
Echo in his mind
They've left him feeling so unloved
They make this young boy cry
He goes into his hiding place
And tries to get away
As he lifts his fists to heaven,
It's then he hears god say:

I'm still here
I'm still here
No you have not been abandoned
Though you can't see through your tears
I'm still here

Another Sunday morning
She drives to church alone
While the man she loves is sleeping
His life away at home
With one hand on the steering wheel
The other wipes her tears
She cries out for her husband
The same way she's cried for years
She can hear him say,
"You're such a fool,"
And it's more than she can take
So she gives it to the father
Cause she know what he will say

I'm still here
I'm still here
No you have not been abandoned
Though you can't see through your tears
I'm still here

Sometimes there are no easy answers
Yet my promise remains true
I may not take your trials away
But I'll always take you through

I'm still here
I'm still here
No you have not been abandoned
Though you can't see through your tears
I'm still here

This song is more where I am in the here and now. Some people think it's uplifting, but for me it's about endings.

"Angel" by Sarah McLachlan

You spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
from the memories that seep from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
that it don't make no difference
to escape one last time
is easier to believe
than this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here