God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
Difficult
Difficult
Why do you make life so difficult?
Must you grab it by the throat?
Can’t you see it will take us to an inevitable end?
Won’t you please just stop…and breathe…and bend.
Your anger clouds the brightest day.
The brightest light can’t get through to show the way.
I’m unable to see past your frustration.
I can’t see you in your condemnation.
It matters not that I stand beside you.
Our hands don’t touch. Our hearts don’t meet. What is the answer? Guide me…lead me…lead us to the point of renew.
We can be happy in love again.
Don’t be so difficult. Stop to breathe. Begin to bend.
Why do you make life so difficult?
Must you grab it by the throat?
Can’t you see it will take us to an inevitable end?
Won’t you please just stop…and breathe…and bend.
Your anger clouds the brightest day.
The brightest light can’t get through to show the way.
I’m unable to see past your frustration.
I can’t see you in your condemnation.
It matters not that I stand beside you.
Our hands don’t touch. Our hearts don’t meet. What is the answer? Guide me…lead me…lead us to the point of renew.
We can be happy in love again.
Don’t be so difficult. Stop to breathe. Begin to bend.
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