I am learning once again
That now is not my time
That my life is not where
I had hoped it would be
I love, I give, I accommodate
And in return I am bled dry to the bone
Beaten, bruised and so very tired of it all
Are You There God?
Do you even know that I exist?
Please give me a sign of hope
That all of this is not for nothing
That I will have my time
That my life will be as I had hoped
That I will have a love that feeds me
And give my spirit wings to soar
High above the madness
Far far away from all this sadness
Is that really asking too much?