Analysis of Back up

Oh lord how i try to drink from this cup. When i do fail you are my backup. You get me on track on where i should be. Not suffering satans tortured agony. Oh lord how i try but i often fail. Pulling me down and making me frail. My backup you are thats what keeps me living and the reason why i keep on giving. Oh lord how i try but sin jumps in the way. Trying to claim me each and every day. My backup you are or i would be lost. Another forgotten soul imagine the cost. Oh lord how i try through you ill get better. Thats why i am writing this sorrowful letter. For all to hear and try to understand. You have a backup in this barren land.