LYRIC FOR SALE

By Richard M Moss MD

Will I be free of the burdens,
Of a life that is rough.
Can I get through the day,
Before you call my bluff.

I can’t lift my head,
Or count to eleven.
My son said see the sky,
God made windows in heaven.

I slept and drank,
My lady walked out,
I hit the bottle,
I was filled with doubt.

I showed up late,
The boss had enough.
Now I lost my job,
I ain’t so tough.

I can’t lift my head,
Or count to eleven.
My son said see the sky,
God made windows in heaven.

Where do I go for hope?
My horizons are bleak.
The preacher said pray,
The Lord you shall seek.
Can I get out of the prison,
I created for myself?
I looked at my redeemer,
A statue on the shelf.

It’s true you have suffered,
Your pain is a lesson.
My son said see the sky,
God made windows in heaven.

I’ll raise myself in a sea of doubt,
And fight for a life that is good.
Though the waters surround me,
I’ll do what I should.

My boy held my hand,
And looked me in the eyes.
He will not forget you,
Your decisions will be wise.

I see the horizon,
No longer am I craven,
My son said see the sky,
God made windows in heaven.