Wasted Day
I feel the mist upon my face
This day seems like such a waste
Created for men to see
Who still deny Your deity
It's sad to see the beauty
And know that no one else will care
They'll choose instead to say it's grey
Thus this becomes a wasted day
The glory on them will be lost
The chocolate mud and riddling frost
They'll say the mud is merely nuisance
No beauty, no form, it's simply useless
Of Your beauty this day is just a taste
But in this world it's sadly just a waste