Tough Day


Spirit, if you hear me, answer.
All my cries are meant for you.
Torn my soul, alone I wander,
Bleeding out the life I knew.

Nothing in this world feels friendly,
Harsh the light that fills my sky.
Hard and cold, stone faces turn,
Grim strangers watch me limping by.

Sagely noting wounds and sorrow,
Well they know the pain I bear.
Still, they offer no assistance.
Broken hearts no longer care.

Why have you remained in shadows?
Why refuse to hear my cries?
I’m desperate for the smallest hope
That tales of you are not just lies.

Spirit, if you hear me, answer.
Death believes I’m all alone.
Show us both you walk beside me,
Gently guiding me back home.


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