Cry Baby

Toddlers yammering Grinding wild berries Misty hopes dwindle As the rays gray over Another gaze through the dark As stars dance round the moon Boiling degrees melting the night I wake up to life’s norm Another day, counted blessing Dourer than yesterday Optimistic the Red Cross drives by Or more graves we shall dig Whom do I query? Whom do I turn my vex to? Who has the reservations? I believe the milk is not spilled yet Cheers will still wheel around Crying tears of deliverance Strike the souvenirs Haste to the cries Behold you save a life Patriotic to your belief Don’t let hunger drown us Tomorrow eager my ministry Dust will shoe your boot As you hustle and bustle Loads will enervate your back But the medallion is worth From heaven open doors Your shack shall brim over.