Dear God - 13/11/2006

Dear god,
In everything I've done,
There must be a plus,
Just when, where, hold the gun.

With all my mistakes,
I try to hold on,
This is the worst,
And nothing I've won.

Seventeen years have past,
Every day I cry,
I cry for the mistakes I've made,
And every little lie.

God I'm sorry,
Please forgive me,
As I under take a new path,
Every cup of tea.

Now I'll think things through,
I'll do what I feel is best,
I'll kiss the broken glass,
I take a rest.

I take back every cut,
Every black moment,
Every sorrow.
Every argument.

© Elisha Brain 2006