Doris R. Vega
Sometimes, Dear Lord
It’s hard down here, the emptiness complete
To love and give, she said, all wrong, it isn’t what I need, this place is far too cold
Wish I could rip out all of that, replace it with a turn-off switch, reality, it’s quickly getting old.
There is no love
Let’s not be dumb, just pretty words, that’s all
How long this odyssey, are You there now, can’t we arrange a deal
Can You repair the brokenness, the bitter, mean and hurt, can You still make them heal?
Too many eyes already dead
The pride and greed alive, just take a look around,
Please hold me up, when it gets dark, do not let go of me, You promised being there
In moments such as this, exhausted by the road, I promise to remember You, I promise I will care.
©Copyright February 3, 2004 by Doris R. Vega