Posted by Kenneth LeRoy Enlow on May 31, 1999 at 01:12:42:
"Woe is me!" said the little lad
As he tried to recall hid dad
As he tried and tried, he started getting mad
"If only I had not been so bad
Now I'm only sad"
The stress builds till I blow
It builds n builds, why I don't know
So
Low, I feel so low
Rejected
Unprotected
The first four lines have not to with me
They are just part of my creativity
Who do I call?
who do I seek?
When I'm about to fall
Into the creek
of unknown depth
Unknown depth of oppresion
while living in recession
I'm overcome by depression
Maybe the lack of a mate
Or just the lack of a single date
Still my mind creates
The rhymes to demonstrate
The overwhelming power
Of the One who will come in the midnight hour
The Spirit of comfort and refuge
The Spirit of God
Straight and broad
The overwhelming power
2 just want to be filled
Overflowing with joy
and be a boy in his
Father's arms
"woe is me!" I wailed.