Hands in the Air
I've tried to voice concern.
I've shed my tears at night.
I've prayed for God's protection
To guide you back to right.
You stumble through the darkness;
I try to shine a light.
The problem is you close your eyes
And keep yourself from sight.
I try to be sincere;
You laugh; I turn away
My feelings must mean nothing...
I've nothing left to say.
~December 2, 1999