Helpless
A fierce battle between my heart and mind
Because of this , peace I'm not apt to find
It seems I'm helpless in deed and thought
Oh God, look what loving him has brought...
I always knew I was just a casual friend
But my heart rode roughshod in the end
All this sighing, moaning all for naught
Oh God, look what loving him has brought...
Now depression has me in a fearful hold
And I'm fearful of my story yet untold
What foolishness my poor mind has wrought
Oh God, look what loving him has brought...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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