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God and I

An aching heart no conciliation,

A wounded soul, a savage breast,

To who might I appeal for respite,

When love I trusted dies a death?


When I come home there's no one waiting,

When I lay my head I wonder why,

When I think of all the love I wasted,

I hope her life's more full than mine.


A weary mind confused and lonely,

A tearful eye that never dries,

To where might I refer my chagrin,

There's nowhere save 'twixt God and I.


© Joseph G Dawson