| Standing with my hands in my pockets And my soul showing through my eyes Oh my heart,my sore sore heart How I ache with pain,and with depth of hurt. If my pain was in body of water,my pain would be an ocean For My pain is always running like a ocean, ebbing and flowing without stop Crashing against all that try to come in. Pushing all away. If my eyes were a sky, the sky would be dark with sadness,and with tears Forever wet with years of unsettled emotions. Oh Lord, Father above rain down on me Kiss away my pain. Take away all the sickness I hold so deep within me For my pain is too great,and my spirit so weak. Copyright � 1997 Dawn L. S. |