Lord

Lord, tomorrow's come with yesterday.
Without you, I can't find my way.
I've made my mistakes.
And I've caused these heartaches.

I waited for nothing for so long.
Now I've woke up and it's all wrong.
The nightmare's now my real life.
I lost her, she's his wife.

Now I know that I've been lost.
But I'm not sure I can pay the cost.
When I can't seem to ever learn.
That she's just not going to return.

Lord, I pray you help me soon.
Send her this word under the moon.
Let it seep into her heart.
My love for her did never part.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dietrich Avatar
July 8, 2016 at 5:17 PM
this is so very sad, Robert. It's a sad circumstance to find oneself in as well, I am sure!!
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