Watched But Untouched

I figure it’s all about distances in the road. Most of what there was of my road is now behind me; And I seem compelled to view every twist or turn; But you perhaps might be a bit more reckless about where you tread. I know originally I tried to help you battle those personal demons of yours; Apparently I fell short and I see now I was never really qualified. Okay I’ll admit it I can’t take it anymore. I mean truly how much more stick glue Would it take to hold together something previously shattered? You say you believe and maybe you do but me; I don’t have the luxury for that kind of carelessness anymore. Whatever happens I’ll always be asking God to look out for both of us. That’s about all I can do anymore without jeopardizing my journey. So like the old dog you left in the back yard that even so still loves you; I’ll ask God every day to do for you what I couldn’t—touch you.