Rosary Beads

She holds tight her Rosery beads Kneeling down amongst all the weeds Hoping they don't go to seed Praying for relief Mumbling in monotone Knowing she is not alone In the heart of the Father at home Even rocks groan Sorrow builds itself a nest Justly in its righteousness How much more can she take of this World where ignorance is bliss Hangs with the sinners and saints Who's who is at times hard to say No need to give it away Where there will come a day But until that day comes Refuses to go totally numb To much truth in her soul to play dumb With the beads she'll tightly hold on