Apr 06 2007
Winding Down(For Good Friday)
Body broken
Beat down
Pissed on
Spat upon
Torn down to the ground
For me
In spite of me
Because of me
For all the world to see
Why must it be?
Does it have to be Thee?
Woe is me.
Might it possibly turn around?
All I hear is a mournful sound.
And while our spirits are tightly wound,
Why does it feel like the world is coming unbound?
Might that You hear me when I cry aloud.
APN
Copyright 04/06/2007
