For This I Pray
By Fiona Cummings
The pain inside
I just can’t hide
Once again
You have been taken from me
Chipping at the cube
Blocking up the tube
Slamming the door
Spilling grit on the floor
Spitting venom
Burning to my core
Blades of ice
Shaving through thinning skin
Rubbing on my wounds
Hard dry rice
Tearing my heart
From deep within
We have to part
You have your start
I have my ending
No money left
Forget spending
For what is my wealth
If I don’t have good health
And where is my health
In the fire of hell
Looking down an everlasting well
Goodbye sweetheart
I just can’t see us part
So I must go on my way
To find my peace
For this I pray
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