Like I'm out in the middle of a sea.
There are none around,
It is just me.
You have all promised you would not lie,
None of you would make me cry.
I'm not sure you understand.
To me a promise is binding.
It is sealing.
Do you know the girl with whom your dealing?
I have spent years lied and used.
I am honest that is true.
That is all i expect from all of you.
This idea and fear has put me on an island.
It has often been only me,
Out here alone in the sea.
God is here,
that is true.
He doesn't lie or cheat or use.
But I find it hard to trust all of you...
And I am not sure what to do...
I pray to God that I find it out...
And can finally get off this island of perpetual doubt...
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