Why is it, God, I sense
that you are mocking me?
My best efforts appear evermore futile
As you observe me
scornfully
You realise that without hope
or a goal
It's impossible to score
Work Sleep Eat
Eat Sleep Work
Is that all this life is for?
The more sadness you lay at my doorstep
Greater the chance
I'll drift and choose
The path of least resistance
Which the devil has offered
me to peruse
On that dark path
I've glimpsed twisted redemption
An opportunity to be free
Satan offers up gifts of temptation
And a promise he'll watch over me..
Understand, right now
I feel abandoned
Deserted, lost and forlorn
I've grown weary of this life's tribulations
I'm jaded, disillusioned and worn
One sign alone would do it
A simple twist in my fortune will suffice
With some proof to show in some way
it's worth it
Then I'd turn back to You
without thinking twice.
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Fly10 Leigh 2012
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