You asked me why
I was crying...
Don't you know by now
that when you hurt,
I hurt too.
My stomach is in knots.
I'm wringing my hands,
pacing the floor,
hyperventilating,
yelling at God one minute
for giving you one more
burden to handle,
and crying apologetically
to him the next asking
for him to keep you safe,
to give you whatever
blessings he can
to restore your hope.
I ask Him, "Why, God?
Why are you testing him?
He is a special man...
you know how hard
he takes things.
I don't mean to question
you, Lord, but please
test someone else...
Enough is enough."
Every night I pray
for something to happen
that will make you smile,
and I don't know why
He doesn't seem to listen.
All I want is to
wrap you in my arms
and only let things in
that will make you happy
and keep everything else out.
I want to love you,
to cherish you,
to protect you,
but life keeps on
getting in the way.
I dream of a world
where you and I
could be happy
and innocent
once again,
and where love
matters...
one in which
we still had a hope
and a prayer
worth answering.