I Pray the Lord My Soul To Take
Weak and alone,
As I follow each task.
Too much time,
Looking through the tears of an hour glass.
Looking for purpose,
In a world so humble.
My Heart, It Breaks,
My Walls, They Crumble.
Mountain to mountain,
Going up and down.
Along with the riches,
Whose being selfishly crowned.
Who is he to feed,
The hungry and the poor?
Who is she to bleed,
When a million other people come left and right,
Just to find out what they're put here for.
We're moving up one,
Then taking two steps back.
There will be many more times,
Where our lives gets all off track.
Waiting and watching,
As our world makes it's spouts.
Cursing and sobbing,
Not living any moment like it counts.
Watching people die,
From the inside, out,
As our world breaks down in heavy shakes.
The people start to scream and shout,
"I Pray The Lord My Soul To Take!!"
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2011
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