Sorry I worry at the slightest little thing,
When the wind blows at night and you’re in bed suffering;
Sorry I worry when everything’s supposed to work out ok,
And things don’t seem to go the way, when they should go your way.
Sorry I worry when I can’t seem to get the time of day,
And once again when you work them out, they go someone else’s way;
I can’t understand why when everything is perfect , things go wrong,
Like when you want to sit down and write at night or read while there’s a song.
Sorry I worry that it goes its own way, like the people meet every day,
And when the days all said and done the figure goes it's way to everyone;
Why should I bother and why should I care when all God wants is a prayer for air,
Of grace and beauty with sun shining bright to sit down and listen at night to care.
Sorry I worry when people page homage to their humble selves,
And forget about me and all the books they leave to sit on the shelves,.
And why should I care or give a damn, when thing go wrong ill eat a lamb,
And rather wonder when in days gone by I did understand and give a damn.
Sorry I worry why there is not yet still peace on earth,
When I am dead and sun has risen and set from birth;
As if you are someone else in whom I should now and seem to care,
And show a bit of love to you, you take and borrow without a prayer.
Sorry I worry who in the world do you think I am,
When God was old filled with grace to show and shine his love again;
For he who should venture and try to do a bit not do or die,
But look to him who is above, A God and king who loved above I.
Signed,
It's no concern to you
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