Home To the Countryside -- Trevor Depugh
Dear God, I've seen him, You listened and heard my request,
He's perfect God, perfect, just like I asked.
He's tall, with big golden brown eyes,
He's got a smile, so warm it brings tears to my eyes.
Dear God, he's got a sense of humor,
But this business he's in will kill him like a tumor.
You gave me a brother, and he talks to me,
Lend me the words, to get him off the street.
Will he listen? I hope, cause I've got to save his life,
Dear God, don't make this mission one that I attempt in strife.
He picks me up, like I'm a little doll,
He holds me tight like he's squeezing a stress ball.
He teases me, and taught me how to roll a blunt,
He lets me call him Princess, which I do just for fun.
Dear God he's left them, left that red color behind,
Hidden in the grasses, of my home, the countryside.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
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