Lord above I implore you hear my cries
Lord in whatever dimension you are hiding behind these cold dark skies
I am dying day by day for intervention
I cannot cope without love, a kind word, some warm affection
My life is running by with no direction
No one cares, no one dares to offer up a helping hand
Isolation pulls me down like sinking sand
And here I stand…
I shout and cry with silent eye at all who walk my way
Why do you never answer when I pray?
I smile at all and talk with kindness too
I do my duties as a single mother and try to muddle through
But no one sees me no one hears me when I speak
My future more and more is looking ever distant and so bleak
But time and pressure beckons in a mounting stress
How much more can I give to life when living only makes more mess?
Lord hear my cries and send an angel to this cold and barren land
Or bring me home because I fail to understand
How I can sit in all these cluttered crowded rooms
With so many souls but be so alone – as a flower in the desert blooms
There is no one to see the flower’s beauty or smell its sweet perfume
It is surrounded by a bush of prickled cacti indifferent to its bright display
The icy desert is a world with no warmth – just harsh decay
I see the storm is rolling in on clouds of dusty desperation
Lord hear my cries and send love to water this desolation
Heal my heart and the hearts of all those who fail to see
That I am here and want the chance to just be what I can be
I want to live in freedom and express the gifts you have blessed me with
But I fear my spirit weakening, I have no more strength to give!
© 2014 Laura Crean.