Cash
I feel much like trash
When I’m not earning cash
Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord?
According to Your will, according to Your accord
I feel like I’m worthless
When I’m unable to clean up my mess
Can’t you see that I have value still?
Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill?
Even if I don’t make any earnings,
I’m still J.W. Earnings or Dave Will
Heaven knows if I’ll ever lose my discernment and what it brings
I’m more than just a paycheck or a bill
I feel much like trash
When I’m not earning cash
Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord?
According to Your will, according to Your accord
I feel like I’m worthless
When I’m unable to clean up my mess
Can’t you see that I have value still?
Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill?
Please understand that I’m an unemployed poet and singer-songwriter
That is priceless in God’s eyes, in Christ’s eyes
He loves the poor and the rich alike…I am not a liar,
But a truth-maker with an abundant amount of highs with absolutely no lies…
I feel much like trash
When I’m not earning cash
Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord?
According to Your will, according to Your accord
I feel like I’m worthless
When I’m unable to clean up my mess
Can’t you see that I have value still?
Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill?
I’m sorry I don’t amount to your greatness
I’m sorry I won’t put myself on a higher pedestal
I’m sorry I’m not competitive or greedy with making wealthy progress
I’m sorry I can’t be like you and all…or You who stands tall
I feel much like trash
When I’m not earning cash
Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord?
According to Your will, according to Your accord
I feel like I’m worthless
When I’m unable to clean up my mess
Can’t you see that I have value still?
Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill?
Believe it or not, I have tried to dodge the bullets of doubts and fears
My high spirits seem to rot, for I feel like naught sometimes these days
Grieve me a river and I’ll be your ocean of a billion cheers and tears…
I can’t deny, I’ve lived a long time to figure out the years wasted in many ways
I feel much like trash
When I’m not earning cash
Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord?
According to Your will, according to Your accord
I feel like I’m worthless
When I’m unable to clean up my mess
Can’t you see that I have value still?
Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill?
I should’ve found a job long ago
Remorse and guilt overflow too much
I could’ve been more productive, you know?
Things went out of course, of course you don’t clearly get it and such
I’m done being defeated by disappointments and living in delusional denial
I’ve won the battles of depression and anxiety far too long and I will walk hope’s hall
In no time, I’ll be just as important as You
This, I say true…who knew I would end up similar to you, but it’s the things you do
I feel much like trash
When I’m not earning cash
Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord?
According to Your will, according to Your accord
I feel like I’m worthless
When I’m unable to clean up my mess
Can’t you see that I have value still?
Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill?
That piss me off to the max…
All I have to do is truly relax…
It’s like being a patient, patiently waiting for the ear to release its bothersome wax
I am like a train without its train tracks
I am useless,
But useful for being a friend of yours and that, I say is true
I am in distress,
Yet I am happiness if change isn’t like these chores I do
I feel much like trash
When I’m not earning cash
Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord?
According to Your will, according to Your accord
I feel like I’m worthless
When I’m unable to clean up my mess
Can’t you see that I have value still?
Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill?
However, I am making progress all my life
To undo this trap I’m in and erase this strife to the core
That slits my wrists like a cutter’s jagged knife
You left me bleeding on the kitchen floor once more
Wash me with worth…
Bring me to this Earth of mirth
Give me a reason to believe in myself
Because I feel discouraged like an overworked elf…
I’m winter’s frost within my soul…
Yet I’m the bittersweet sunshine of Lake Havasu…are you like the sky so blue?
I’m the splinter on your finger, so painful
Get a grip and sip into my cup of mourning, brewed so true…and you haven’t a clue
I feel much like trash
When I’m not earning cash
Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord?
According to Your will, according to Your accord
I feel like I’m worthless
When I’m unable to clean up my mess
Can’t you see that I have value still?
Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill?
What I’ve been through —
Too much to handle or embrace
I bear this anguish so true
I am longing to see Your face
Shine against my own again…
Because I’m sick of this men…
Staring me down like hawks to their prey
Stay with me, Lord, for I won’t stray, but be on my way
To seeing you shine
I pray Your spirit be mine
I am caught in the in-between
Don’t intervene with my happy-go-lucky scene
I feel much like trash
When I’m not earning cash
Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord?
According to Your will, according to Your accord
I feel like I’m worthless
When I’m unable to clean up my mess
Can’t you see that I have value still?
Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill?
You threw me out into the trash can
Because you thought I was a useless bill
You spent me way too much like cash, man
Because you assumed I was worthless still
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2022
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