Sometimes I really wonder
Is it you or is it only me?
Because the things that you do,
Don't make any sense to me
Why do you make it so hard?
Not only for me but for the rest of us all,
Why do you choose to close your eyes to God?
When all need to do is to stand just tall.
I am sure by now that this already you know,
You have to stop all this nonsense of yours at once,
The old hurts will disappear one day the way they came,
And a garden of love will bloom for you right there in their instance.
Dorian Petersen Potter