Count me down to another life.
One that’s not so full of strife.
So many people in despair.
Thieves and killers everywhere.
Families without basic needs.
Yet we walk by while she pleads.
Who am I to turn my head?
Inside, we both have blood of red.
Is this just the sinner’s way?
The devil has another day?
Clouds can’t block a higher power.
Darkening more our darkest hour?
Where has goodness gone, I beg?
I still receive my daily bread!
Help us here we’re praying, please.
So many postured on their knees.
Surely goodness can be found.
We need only look around.
Perhaps that’s not where to start.
Perhaps it should be in our heart.