Why do I do what I don’t want to do:
Beat myself up when I’m feeling blue?’
Why do I feel not good enough
Yet put on airs I’m really tough?
Why do I think I must be a saint
When it’s so obvious I ain’t?
I’ll turn around, turn around
I’ll pick myself off the ground.
I’ll get back to where I know I belong.
And try to forget this bleeding heart song.
Satan loves I have days like today.
He feeds the lies which lead me away.
Lord, bring out the sun
Let Winter be done
Hold back the rain
I wanna smile again
© Phyllis Weeks Rogers 2/16/18