Only kindness lets me write.
It allows the words to come into sight.
Life is hard enough without your kind.
Wagging your tongue of evil thoughts in your mind.
It's hard to pray for someone like you.
It's hard to forgive someone who makes you feel blue.
We hang on to that last knot on the rope.
As someone like you cuts off the last bit of hope.
We fall to pieces in disarray upon the ground.
As you have no regard whether we ever make a sound.
It takes all we have to vent our dismay.
But you don't care if we have got anything to say.
I've said enough, I understand too much.
How to use meaness as a crutch.
My prayer is up in the sky.
I hope Jesus finds his way into your minds eye.