St. Patrick

Hey there Lord it's me
I wondered if you're free
Or not asleep, this just won't keep
It seems I just don't see
Why all the things we asked
Or prayed would come to pass
Have gone unheard, like silent words
That slip into the past
You take all the fame
But who'll accept the blame?
For all the hurts, down here on earth
Unnecessary pain
For surely you must care
Or are you only air
Built in out minds, when we're in binds
And never really there .....?
And so I pled my case
I'll now pull my escape
Didn't mean to doubt, what it's about
Seems I forgot my place
But if you find the time
Please change the story line
Or give a call, explain it all
I'll even leave the dime

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